Feeling nothing in the legs for the chase toward the departing train, it was only a chance to see the others of the group around on the other side of St. Stephens Hall. Two new faces in the gathering, three of old. Documentary crew in slackware interview the players and get a feel for the grounds.
Whiteboard suggests a schedule that follows a lax adherence. A serious bloat spreads wet margarine around the edges of the butter mix. With the competitors of the Yo-Yo Championships hesitant to face the judging of the tricks list and show off their skills on stage, time dilates to an unbelievable degree.
No idea why. It's a relaxing atmosphere and the comradery over shines any real competitive streak and tire slashing. Still, the strength of competition belies any real level of grandiose boasting.
Not waiting for the glacial movements, an opportunity to shadow judge the contest is on and the clickers start their warm up as the players hit the stage.

Furious and frenetic, keeping up with the left hand and the right hand assigning negative and positive points is tough. Figuring out what is an actual trick and what is merely set up for the next takes a bit of fine-tuning. The speed at which the string bounces and the axle jumps not great for a first time shadow judge rough on the entire tricks repertoire.
Impressive displays all around. Far more so in the composition of the Y division. A section of the day for the freestyle movements and tricks set to a soundtrack. Not all shine though, one of the Jesters taking a lot of time trying to nail the stereo, almost completing a knock too.
Scoffing down the sausages at the grill enough to sate the hunger for the rest of the day. It's all about the packing and the allocation of stomach space after all. And flair. Bonus points always go for flair.
Monday, 29 May 2006 - 15:03
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