despite the somewhat poor numbers, Biscuit Roll Summer 2003 was the huge success it was predicted to be. with a turnout of more than two partipants, we managed to kick off summer's newest tradition in grand fashion!

while the referee and our lone spectator waited anxiously at the finish line, the two participants hurriedly purchased a box of twelve biscuits from the KFC across the street. the referee carried said box to the bottom of an enormous hill where the delicious trophy sat, butterfully awaiting the victor. the contestants lay at the top of the hill, on their sides, eager to see a summer's worth of training finally pay off.

the signal was given and the participants came out of the gate like gangbusters! rolling sickeningly down the hill, kerry davis took an early lead, but fell behind after listing perilously into a tree stump. t.rex overcame his low center of gravity to finish with a burst of blazing speed. so awe-inspiring was his come-from-behind performance as to force the spectator to murmur in hushed tones about performance-enhancing malt liquor. many (I alone) have since compared this surprise upset to Secretariat's amazing 1973 triple crown- which, one might add, practically wrote fellow hopefuls Sham and Onion off the racing map(are you listening, kerry?).

nevertheless and ever the gentleman, t.rex shared the spoils of his most tasty victory to date with all present. the party then blew off steam on the park's swingset for about half an hour, until a group of menacing-looking third grade softball players converged upon the jungle gym, covetously eyeing the swings. we departed, and none too soon.

also, the referee still has my gray hoodie.

and i want it back!