Never in my life have I watched sports. Ok, there was a brief stint in school, when I was obsessed with NBA, but even then, I was more likely to be found practicing free throws than watching other people play. I’m a doer, not a watcher.
Yet, for the past five weeks, I have found myself, rushing home every Thursday night, or cutting social engagements short, because it’s that time – Castro takes over North America. Oh, the irony.
How many muscle-ups, Mr. Castro?
The Open finishes with a bang – as three Queens battle it out in 15.5….
The workout?
We were expecting thrusters for a while now… For those who remember 14.5, you know it could be worse.
Hugs, SOLO