then, arse over heels...CHECK...
in view, the REVerend Jimenez broadening a sheepish
grin behind the yellow helmet with the scoot laying
astray, as Jim Brunton comes over to inspect, and
Wade Britt practices his stratospheric launches with
no minding of my stupid pet tricks tumble that did
not require the masses to come pray for my soul...for
as Wade says, no blood, no foul...