Just when you think you’ve seen it all, you channel surf to ESPN 2 on a slow Monday night and there it is: The United States National Jump Roping Championships — at Disneyland, of course. From complex, coordinated team events to high-speed tag-team agility to three-person, choreographed dance roping (spinners and jumpers rotated for added complexity), the championships had it all. I was amazed and intrigued. The competition brought a soothing smile to my face, along with a bellyful of laughs.
I suppose if using a broom to push a puck around ice can be an Olympic event, then why not jump roping, too?
I’ve got it: Competitive blogging. Who’s in? I’ll take you all on, motha fuckas! Bring it!
Sometime in the night I must’ve messed up my lower back. It’s hurting like hell this morning. My normal mile-long dog walk was cut short since 100 pounds of dog just wasn’t happening any longer. Three Advils later, I’m trying not to think about it too much. Hopefully the sweet medication of coffee, Advil, and Jen’s delicious, homemade apple cake will nurse my back back to health (who knew there was another acceptable way to use the same word twice in addition to “that that,” as in “I’m psyched that that jump rope team was featured in last night’s competition”).
