One, Two, Three, Pazatzta!!

One of the fantastic fathers who is traveling with us riled up the kids in between a double-header which began with a disappointing loss. After this relay race, they were feeling better about themselves and not thinking too much about the first round of cursing and screaming that some of the psychotic parents did at their coaches after the first game. After the second round of screaming and cursing, however, nothing could get the kids calmed down or to stop crying until one of the funnier kids started passing gas on the bus-ride back to the dorm. Always a winner among preteen-aged boys.

(I know, I know, there's more to the story. Give me some time to finish digesting what happened...)