Ravi's Sports Classic Part 2

OK, so here it is, the moment you’ve all been waiting for….Part 2, the climactic finale to Ravi’s sport classic part 1.

The answer to the question of what I just got is so absolutely exciting I’m coming out of my skin. I’m here, and my skin is over there. The answer to my question is also a three parter, for I did NOT just get one thing, I got three.

Thing number one thing of the three things that I recently established to my gleeful acquiring is a full on, bonafied competition size and weight Bocce Ball set by which I shall not disclose the brand name of said manufacturer for the reason of no particular agreement for compensation has been made heretofore between myself (hereon referred to as “myself”) and such said manufacturer (hereon referred to as “said manufacturer”).

I LOVE THIS GAME!!! This game Bocce Ball is not for the light at heart. It requires strict discipline and focused concentration to prove your self worthy and come out victorious against another skilled Bocce Ball player. Take it from me. Although I now own a Bocce Ball set, it in no way makes me some kind of expert. Yay, I have been crushed down upon and humiliated by masters whose skills are so accurately adept, that I had to lay my head low in shame and slowly walk away dragging my Bocce Balls behind me. Nuff said ‘bout that.

The number two thing of the three things that I revere so with such ambitious splendor is a top of the line, professional Croquet set complete with a heavy duty padded aluminum cast carrying case AND instructions. THIS GAME KICKS MULE!!!!

So here’s the thing. I can’t believe that I once foolishly thought that I was indeed the Croquet King, for I met a guy named Pat Murphy and his roommate Keith. These guys are some serious players whose mallet mastery and mad ball skills have never in my experience been matched by anyone, anytime ever. So I guess that puts me in third place, but watch out guys, I’m commin’ for you and once again my mallet shall prove unbreakable and I will once again reclaim my title of the number one Croquet master IN THE UNIVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSE!!!!!!

Number three. The third and final game added to my collection completing this triathlon of lawn game entertainment is one of my favorites and I suck but it’s great with beer. This game could only be, of course Horseshoes. There’s just something about locking in on that pin and hurling this open ended oval shaped piece of metal that’s actually really and truly meant for the foot of a horse through the air and trying to ring it around the pin recently referred to in the first part of this sentence, or at least get closest. Sometimes though the force is with you and you can almost close your eyes and throw, because you can just feel the pin. BE THE PIN RAVI…..be the pin.