Team Bad Idea Has the Best Day Ever

It was the Captain’s birthday and it needed to be celebrated in style and in town. To do 24 sports in 24 hours only seemed logical. The only rules being that each activity had to be performed for a minimum of 15 minutes and that a beer had to be consumed after each one.

Sunrise golf session.

Sunrise golf session.

Frolf. That's frisbee golf.

Frolf. That’s frisbee golf.

Could basically have played at Wimbledon.

Could basically have played at Wimbledon.

Badminton is intense. Ignore the ghetto net.

Badminton is intense. Ignore the ghetto net.

Baseball. Catch really.

Baseball. Catch really.

Fierce competition. Just try telling me chess isn't a sport.

Fierce competition. Just try telling me chess isn’t a sport.

Ball hockey - almost as fierce as chess.

Ball hockey – almost as fierce as chess.

Racket sports represent!

Racket sports represent!

Unfortunately any outdoor climbing was too far of a commute.

Unfortunately any outdoor climbing was too far of a commute.

Saunaing is serious fucking business. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Saunaing is serious fucking business. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Water rugby. Full contact.

Water rugby. Full contact.

Trail biking. With beer.

Trail biking. With beer.

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.

Beach volleyball. 'Nough said.

Beach volleyball. ‘Nough said.

We actually did swim and not just stood around posing for photos.

We actually did swim and not just stood around posing for photos.

Bocce! Bocce! Bocce!

Bocce! Bocce! Bocce!

Ultimate. Also full contact.

Ultimate. Also full contact.

Parcour of sorts. More a retarded cousin of jogging.

Parcour of sorts. More a retarded cousin of jogging.

Dancing salsa on the beach was surpringly more successful than expected.

Dancing salsa on the beach – surprisingly more successful than expected.

I cannot slackline for the life of me.

I cannot slackline for the life of me.

Quasi-yoga. Yes, my pants are down.

Quasi-yoga. Yes, my pants are down.

Football. Not of the hand-egg variety.

Football. Not of the hand-egg variety.

Billiards. Oh yeah.

Billiards. Oh yeah.

And finally - binge beer drinking. To mark completion, we did shots.

And finally – binge beer drinking. To mark completion, we did shots.

Best. Day. Ever.

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