The London Olympics

The time for the games are approaching, tension mounts, athletes putting the finishing touches on their training, grounds being prepared, pavilions laid out, world travelers assembling, excitement nears a fever pitch, security – no problem; now if we could just get some rain to moisten the ground and help the crops.

Confused? I’m talking about the London, Wisconsin (which can be found on some maps but not likely worth the effort) Olympics which will be taking place July 21^st. This Diamond Jubilee event also marks the 60^th birthdays of the Queen Ann of London and her Royal consort husband the Duke of Dale. Queen Ann is the daughter of the Queen Mum, Doreen to which I am married. I believe I am the court jester in the regal gathering.

Countries represented at these Olympics include: U.S.A. (host country), Canada, Lebanon, Japan, Jamaica, Mexico, Uladh (Northern Ireland), Germany, Wales, Brazil, Australia, Italy, the Republic of Ireland, Philippines, China, Norway, Greece, England, Sweden, Iceland and Argentina; at last count that is. These representative countries selected by the families of Febock and Rumpf and assorted others. Each country is to bring food representative of the country (Doreen and I will be bringing potato chips; we represent Uladh…enough said.)

Following is a list of some of the games that will be played: Balloon Toss (guaranteed to cool down competitors, especially the inept ones); Golden Golf chipping contest; Cricket Spitting; Corn Husking; Football Toss; Horseshoes (horses not attached); Bocce Ball; Sack Race; Grandma’s Kickball (limited to grandmas); the Pillow Putt (makes less of a dent in your toe if dropped); the Javelin (actually swimming noodles) Throw; Big Wheel Race; the 10 Meter Crawl; and whatever else comes to mind. Oh yes, the day begins with a mini triathlon early in the morning, survivors will congregate at 1 pm for Registration, the appearance of the royals and the games will begin at 2 p.m.

I have vowed not to talk about neither religion nor politics during these games; perhaps that will work out. I am relatively assured that none of them read this blog anyway. I’m am sure the conversations will be primarily fixed on the events, babies, beer preferences, hunting and fishing tall tales, gluttony preferences, and politically incorrect remarks.

Dinner and awards will take place at 5 p.m.

So we will likely be baking for our London Olympics while the folk in England will be slogging around in the mud and rain. Don’t you wish you were a Febock or a Rumpf? [If you check this blogs archives very early on you might get an idea of who some of these people are.]

Long live the Queen etc.!