Tag Competition

Neberu and I got to the Tag Competition ring just in time as they were calling the participants inside the roped off section.

There were 10 smaller squares outlined by rope just on the outskirts of a medium sized ring that had also been roped off. Inside the ring there were many structures sticking out. Metal chin up bars of various height, metal squares with holes in them at various locations, somewhat short walls scattered around with platforms all around and some with railings lining them.

The course looked intimidating but my instincts made me start calculating all the various paths I could take through the course. I could jump over most walls and through the holes in the squares. I could go above or below the platforms and I could use the bars to swing myself from one item to another. I had time to ponder and calculate. I was memorizing the course as much as possible from the single angle I could see.

Damn I wished we had gotten here earlier and been able to circle the ring before. See it from all the angles.

The announcer kept on calling up the 10 teams. Eventually he got to ours.
"Team Sunshine please take your spot in the fifth square"

Then I saw a commotion in the crowd. It was Bay being dragged by Padfoot to the square. Padfoot looked extatic compared to Bay who looked just mortified.
"Guess that's us Neby"
We joined them in the fifth square. The four other ones held teams of 4 members already and they were all clearly in good physical condition. It was not going to be an easy competition. Once in the square Neberu approached Padfoot.
     "Team Sunshine, really Padfoot!?" That's a terrible name for a team"
     "You boys let me sign us up and we needed a name. I figured it's the first time in a long time that we are working under sunshine and it's a nice change so that's what I named us"
     "It's the least intimidating name there is. It's a competition. We should have had something a little more intense"
     "Ya, Sunshine. Really. I'm just mortified" grumbled Bay. I chuckled under my breath at hearing him.

"Team Storm, please proceed to the sixth team square" said the announcer
"See now that's a team name" grumbled Bay further clearly aiming his comment at Padfoot.
Padfoot in return gave him a look that clearly stated to stop mumbling things or else. Bay huffed but didn't say anything.

We waited until the last team gathered in their square.
"Participants and dear audience, our Tag Competition will begin soon. Let me just remind you of the rules. Two teams will enter the ring. The team captains will call the coin face that will represent their team. The face up will be the one to receive the first 30 seconds as chasers. When the bell rings the chaser will become the chased for 30 second. Only chasers can Tag someone out. This will continue until all the members of a team have been tagged out. Chasers simply need to touch an opposing team member and yell Tag. A Tag is a simple and light touch with your hand anywhere on a person. Members cannot step outside the roped off area, no help can be received from outside the roped area, items on the course can only be used to assist you and cannot be used to harm. There will be no injuring, maiming, striking or any other form of aggressive behavior on the field. This competition will be about maneuvering around the field better and faster then your opponent. Any excessively aggressive behavior and that member will be removed. Once removed or Tagged out the member cannot come back onto the field. At the end of the competition, the two most successful teams will get to pick their most valuable member and they will be the recipients of our valued Davidson coin.
Now for our first matchup. In order to remain impartial I would like the eldest and youngest member in the crowd to step forward and select from this bag the two teams that will kick off this competition"

Surprisingly, the youngest was not me. The team match ups were made and a graph was drawn out on the score board leaving blanks for the winning team names to be entered as we progressed.

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