507
That's cause I throw a mean punch.
The Iron Boar Pub in Wetaskiwin boasts a game called The Boxer. You throw one punch to the bag, the machine tallies a score and voila! Competitive stupidity is born.
This photo is of a punch I threw when there were lots of people around and I pretty much missed the bag. I totally choked. The one before, though... that was the one to remember.
To hear of my glorious jab, just ask for Brady or Megan at the Iron Boar. They'll tell you what's what.
The machine registered my punching prowess at 507. (Whatever that means.) The high score was 694. I figured 507 was pretty respectable.
Of course, Beth heard tell of my (non-violent) fighting skills, and had to try her hand. She also threw a reputable punch, but only clocked 487.
Belle Plaine wins!
Anyway, we're on tour, and that means there's been lots of driving, lots of playing and lots of shenanigans. The tour schedule is updated on the shows page, so check it out. We've got lots of miles to put on before November 6th when we call this Western tour done.
Oh, and don't mess with the Belle Plaine crew. You'll be a sorry sack.