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.
Frolf. That’s frisbee golf.
Could basically have played at Wimbledon.
Badminton is intense. Ignore the ghetto net.
Baseball. Catch really.
Fierce competition. Just try telling me chess isn’t a sport.
Ball hockey – almost as fierce as chess.
Racket sports represent!
Unfortunately any outdoor climbing was too far of a commute.
Saunaing is serious fucking business. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Water rugby. Full contact.
Trail biking. With beer.
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Beach volleyball. ‘Nough said.
We actually did swim and not just stood around posing for photos.
Bocce! Bocce! Bocce!
Ultimate. Also full contact.
Parcour of sorts. More a retarded cousin of jogging.
Dancing salsa on the beach – surprisingly more successful than expected.
I cannot slackline for the life of me.
Quasi-yoga. Yes, my pants are down.
Football. Not of the hand-egg variety.
Billiards. Oh yeah.
And finally – binge beer drinking. To mark completion, we did shots.
Best. Day. Ever.