On October 4th, Heywood Jablome landed on the local landing strip near Fred’s house for a week of family time, sightseeing, and most importantly, racing/watching the Whitmore’s Landscaping Super Cross Cup held in South Hampton on Saturday and Sunday. Such an amazing experience for all who were able to attend this fabulous weekend at the races. Of all the highlights running through Wood’s head, one STICKS out further than the rest.On Saturday, the three-time world champion Erwin Verveken took 1st place after a tremendous battle with Barry Wicks and Ryan Trebon. Marvelous race! After the awards ceremony, except for a handful of racers, the venue cleared out very quickly as if the Mets just lost their 5th straight home game. Fred and Wood were two of the few remaining because of a dinner date with none other than the talented Meg and her husband JD. But before dinner, the two had to hit the showers (not together).
When entering the locker room, it appeared they were alone except for one person in the shower. Standing next to the showers, Wood and Fred started to disrobe when the curtain was pulled back and out comes the WORLD CHAMPION ERWIN VERVECKEN dripping wet and smelling wonderfully clean, as Fred would later describe him to Wood. And for the record, Wood was not to impressed with what he saw. So with the champ drying off, Heywood jumped into an open shower stall. Apparently, Fred thought this was a wonderful opportunity to congratulate the champ on a spectacular race and thank him for flying to the USA for this race. Erwin, being very humble and polite began to ask Fred about his race. “How did you do,” and “are you pleased with the results,” Erwin said. Yes, the WORLD CHAMPION ERWIN VERVECKEN asking FRED about his race. WOW!
After Heywood was entirely clean, he stepped out of the shower to witness something offensive to the point nausea. As Erwin an
d Fred were wrapping up the conversion still stripped down to the BONE, Erwin stuck out his hand for a shake. “Friends don’t shake, they hug!” said Fred as he spread his arms apart. With Erwin being from Europe, this didn’t bother him one bit. They approached one another for the hug, body parts freely dangling about. While holding this long embrace, their meat swords where battling it out below the belt. This is the most disgusting gesture Wood has ever seen. Fuck those Europeans are just as strange as the New Yorkers. YUCK! Heywood retreated to the toilet area to puck his guts out.
Wood waited until all parties were dressed before he said a peep.
8 comments:
Let Moveitfred just say this: he enjoyed sharing some extended, private, quality man time with the champ.
Moveitfred doesn't know what your problem is, Wood. All this just cause you didn't get a hug?
i bet all that intermingling means you're faster now freddie
You're not suggesting shared DNA, are you?
ah yes, 3bicoastals and their rainbow jerseys. Heywood gets a Pulitzer for this post, a literary masterpiece.
Is Al coming up to G-ster too? There are lots of running races up here if he doesn't want to race cross. Lot's of pubs with the Sox too, heh heh.
Moveitfred thinks Al is taking his cats in for de-clawing that weekend.
Al has lots of cats.
And he hates leaving them for long periods.
Did my spies capture Heywood on film?. No sign of MIF. He must be fucking Amish or something.
Whatta da fukka is a Chinese downhill?
What's the G-ster? I know the g-spot. Not the G-ster. (Is that some fraternity douche from UMass?)
And the only good cat is a dead one. Al said he likes pussy. not cats.
Solo, Where did you get the picture?
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