Opposites?

What a week this was. Full to overflowing with stuff. With lows and highs. A low being the loss on Saturday night followed by a high on Sunday afternoon. Anyway to the aforementioned opposites. I don't know that they are 180 degree opposites but they are definitely in different ball parks, of different states, in different countries. You'll see.

Wednesday night I went to the Chameleon Club for the first time. What got me downtown on a Wednesday night? Why the 25th anniversary tour of Stryper. If you don't know Stryper is a Christian rock band that was big when I was in high school. And they are touring not only the US but around the world. As far as the concert it was awesome! I got there and ran into a couple of guys I knew. Not literally of course. Anyway I shot the breeze a little with them while the opening acts were playing. First was Manic Drive then came Flightplan. Flightplan featured a son of the lead singer for Stryper. Stryper came out and played so loud at one point one of the speakers caught on fire. A friend of mine (Dave) said the concert made him feel 15 again. Maybe that's why he was worried about that geometry test. When the concert was over I walked outside to find that it was pouring rain. I made a dash for my Jeep got soaked and headed home. About 2 blocks from my house it stopped raining. Yeah.

Then on Saturday I went to Falmouth, PA. I know what the heck is in Falmouth, PA? Short answer; goat races. Oh yeah, I am a redneck. Me and some friends traveled out to see the goat races and had a great time. When we got there the races were already underway. We watched as goats 3 at a time were "raced" down the "track". Now let me say raced means they were on a leash and led down by their uhh...let's say jockey for lack of a better word. And the track picture the 3rd base line on a baseball field. These goats were sprinters not marathon runners. Ans some goats didn't want to race at all digging their hooves into the ground with great stubbornness. Some of the goats even had fancy paint jobs. Don't tell PETA, they have enough wackos to deal with already. Well we saw the first goat race and decided to go exploring. We found a stick goat race also. This was kids using sticks with goat heads on them (not real ones) and racing through an obstacle course and at one point feeding fake goats and cleaning up "fake" poop. We walked around the craft fair/yard sale and got something to eat. We also saw the Jet-Set-Fly-Ball-Dogs. These are dogs that preform a little race jumping over obstacles grabbing a tennis ball and racing back. It was pretty cool and those dogs are fast. We made a short stop at the petting zoo. Kim, Ang and Linda all went in while Margie and I watched. In the zoo was some ducks, a couple bunnies, some WEIRD looking chickens, a few goats and the laziest pony ever. Either lazy or drugged I am not sure. Anyway it's good that all 3 girls went in for 2 reasons. 1 Kim did not have to resort to kidnapping and being arrested. 2 Margie and I were able to yell "Kiss the chicken!" and that' always fun. We went back to wait for the finals. The finals were a mess. Organization not a high priority at Falmouth apparently. For a while #82 and #83 were being called every other minute. Till Kylene yelled that they went home. The announcer thanked her and they moved on. Did she know they went home or was she tired of hearing those numbers called. I'd go with "B". Well we watched the finals and then the winners got trophies with goats on top. I don't know if I'll be back next year. It depends on the city ordinances for keeping a goat at my house.