Wednesday, February 17, 2010

2 annual BRMS/Rock Bouldering Comp

'Twas the night before The Comp, when all through the gym
Not a knuckle dragger was stirring, not even a chuffer;

 The holds were cleaned by the car wash with care
In hopes that comp day would soon be there;

The boulderers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of crushed problems danced in their heads
And Cliff on his ladder, and Josh with his wrench,
Had just settled down for a well deserved beer,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from the gym to see what was the matter.

Away to the window we flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

I knew in a moment it must be time.

And I laughed when I saw it, in spite of myself;
A twist of the hip, and a dyno to the hold,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

All spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And filled all the score cards; and cranked with a jerk,
And laying their chalk pots aside of the pads,
And giving a spot, up the problems they rose;

They sprang to the beats, and to his team he gave a shout,
But I heard him exclaim, through the chalk filled the night

Its Comp night!

Where the Fuck is that Map?!?

So a good buddy 'o mine (Clif-tard) called me about a week ago and left me a voice message. In short, he said: "Hey Joe, I was wondering if it hurt, or if you broke any bones, when you fell off the map. Gimme a call." Well, Jay and I found the map yesterday and lived to tell about it. Basically, it's fucking cold as a nipple outside and no matter how much you work out, if you don't climb all the time, you suck at climbing. Weather this weekend looks pristine (sunny and mid 40's friday saturday and sunday (which is fucking heat-wave style temps compared to the last 45 days here in the suck-ass north of the south-east)). So get the fuck outside and away from the drudgery of watching Arrested Development re-runs and breathe some of that good old mountain oxygen. Don't forget the beer, though. This is bouldering.

Climbing Back onto the Map from Joe Lambert on Vimeo.