Said by fuego this evening as he lined up a risky shot while holding a beer with his other hand: “You know it’s a different kind of croquet when you have to worry about breaking a window or hitting the bust of Lenin.”
Muddled Ramblings and Half-Baked Ideas
Words and pictures and stuff
Of course, you’ve probably heard about the famous Redneck Last Line: “Hold my beer and watch this!” According to some Phoenix ER docs, that’s the number-one line that precedes a rattlesnake bite. I guess by holding his own beer, fuego warded off that possibility — that, and there probably aren’t any rattlesnakes on the loose in Prague.
You know, there are way too few sport that make you worry about hitting the bust of Lenin.
Well, no matter, none of those things happened. Nor did I make the sweet bank shot off the wall back through the wicket. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I got caught on a weed mound and shanked it into the gully.
Oh, well, so lie the perils of Croquet.
Croquet ball flies high
Invisible tufts of weeds
Wicket does not laugh
You also have to wonder how many of the fancy pantz Croquet Palaces use a weed whacker as their main greens grooming tool…