Flugtag, according to ME, is the crappiest crap that ever crapped.
It was hot. 100,000 degrees.
It was crowded. For every degree there was a human crammed into Bayfront Park to see this Flugtag business.
(By the way, I may be exaggerating the heat, but I'm not exaggerating the head count.)
It was also kind of a bore. They took too long in between contestants, the announcers tried to fill the time with their attempt at witty banter ("Hey man, I got drunk with these guys last night. Yeah, I got drunk with them too! We all got drunk! Awesome!") and everyone around me was sweating profusely and stinking profusely. Not a pretty sight.
Jared was sick that day. He shouldn't have gone. This is him sleeping on the way there.
This is a building I saw there.