Powerband

Ω A while back, Big Bobby Keegan pulled a large jug off Mr Olympia, a soft-serve ‘enduro’ V10 of mine in the Bronx Cave.  I tried to stick it back on, but the caulilower I dealt with at Mitre 10 inadvertently sold me cottage cheese.  It didn’t stick very well and Bobby pulled it off again.

There was a silver lining in all of that - the missing block revealed a sloping rail, and with a bit of cunning, Bobby figured out a new sequence using the rail and some unlikely foot faggotry.  The new Mr Olympia was on, and it was going to be slightly harder than the old version.

Bobby kindly shared his sneaky beta with me.  It took a couple of sessions before I ‘understood’ what he was getting at but soon we were both gunning for the first re-ascent (wouldn’t that be something to write home about!).  I was looking better on the latter part of the problem, but Bobby had the started sewn up.   We both got close last weekend - it was simply a matter of time (usually I don’t have to worry about such things (ie. time) but my jedi mind trick doesn’t seem to penetrate through Bobby’s impressive mane of ginger hair).

Bobby declared that he’d be heading out on Tuesday to claim his prize - I promptly did a rain dance and he got 120mm of the stuff before lunchtime.  Come Thursday (today) the shoe was on the other foot, only Bobby’s rain dance didn’t work and I walked out to the Bronx this morning under a perfect sky.  After a quick warm up, I fumbled around on the start of the problem for a bit, just to make things interesting, then dispatched in reasonable style (there was a bit of grunting and more-than-usual slapping at the end).  As I pulled onto the exit slab, I thought of Bobby.  I thought: “Christ, by the time he’s my age, I’ll be in a home”.  Then I laughed.  Not sure why. Ω