Fwd: CROQUET SPECTAAAACULAAAR!!!!

For those who missed the reunion or were just preoccupied with matters of real import I have taken  the liberty of recapping the most important reunion event for you.

I set up an intense croquet course on the side of a hill where we were staying, and it was a beauty. The center wicket had such roughage that the balls would get lost it if not properly observed. It was decided that this would be a game for none but the stout in heart so I invited only those whose hearts could handle a sound drubbing from my Thor like mallet followed by my victory dance given to me by  Narcissus himself (Dan was scared and pretended to be eating so he wouldn't have to play).

The game began I with yellow (the natural color of poison) and sundry other colors and players. The introductory wicket proved to be difficult for Jeanette, Michelle, Marcello and Sam. Yellow breezed through and took an angry Marcello with him to the next wicket. While the others struggled I sped my way to the home wicket and became poison with Marcello hot on my heels, as poison I went for the Brazilian KILLLLLL, alas my aim was not true. Marcello, sensing the imminent threat decided to attack the attacker and as with David of old he struck the croquet ball of Goliath and then with his mallet he smote Goliaths ball through a wicket thus felling the giant Benny of Gath (no thanks to Sam for pointing out which wicket to hit me through).
Next up for the honors was our champion and as the women of croquet sang this song "Ben has been annoying Marcello kept on trying even though Benj was a pain Marcello left him on the plain." Marcello elected to become poison himself . As I mentioned before we were playing on a hillside and Marcello hit his ball straight through both finishing wickets and hit the stake he became poison in one fail stroke, he was king, until the hill spoke up and sent his now poisonous ball rolling back through the very wicket that had brought him so much power.
The women of Israel wept.
Following this scene Michelle sauntered up the hill and strove to obtain the calling of poison which she did admirably well she then felt a need to poisounous death, so she dashed off to the hopeful slaughter of Jeanette. They met face to face ball to ball, Jeanette sprinted up the hill but was not fast enough, ...however she apparently was low enough, Michelle's ball hopped over Jeanette's, The hill spoke again and sent Michelle's ball right through the open maw of the wicket that was waiting with  to execute final judgment on the blunderer.

It was a bitter contest between Sam and Jeanette with both going out of bounds as they jumped and cavorted towards the final power giving stake. The blazing sun was setting wishing to avoid being witness to the me lee as brother turned against brother and husband strove against wife and Sam, murdered his bride with a true stroke of instant death. As the dust settled in the last pale glow of eventide Sam sat stoic with mallet raised skyward jaw lifted just so, dreaming of burned food in the weeks to come.

While I am not familiar with all the lore surrounding the games of croquet I do know that on an unknown hill in Idaho the Hiatt TITANS clashed, they fought the good fight and now when the wind blows and the fires burn there will be peace on this hallowed ground as it remembers the champion, Sam.
It was beautiful.

So I am sorry you missed the battle but the war goes on and as long as there is a plastic ball and a stick of wood screwed into another bit of wood and some wickets to pass through there will always be croquet challenging us to come and play.

(our special thanks to Bill for pinch hitting for the players with children he did very well)

p.s. the restaurant above bridal veil falls burned down and started a bit of a forest fire
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