The circus was in town this weekend and, being the world champion dad that I am, I loaded up my co-ringmaster and my own two clowns to witness the greatest show on earth. Problem was, we had a better view of Jupiters' moons than the multi-colored merriment happening at ground level.
It's hard to be amazed by the"high flying trapeze act" when it's happening beneath you. We could only see the trapeze people when they swung out from under the enormous light rigging. They were probably pretty good. I'll never know.
The circus also handles their own concessions. In other words, there's no way they're gonna attempt to scale the stadium steps with that big popcorn bag carrying stick in tow. The cotton candy guy gave it a shot and, after a brief appearance, was never seen again. I equate it to scaling Mt. Everest, even the bravest people only try it once.
It wasn't all bad though. The iron testicle competition was fantastic nut-racking fun for the whole family.
This years contestants; Dude jumping on and off of a horse at full speed, slammin his stones every way he can to make the judges cringe ; Chinese guy flipping between swinging metal poles without using his hands, commonly referred to as the "Asian Crotch Catch" ; and neon-mohawk guy bouncing around on his saddled innertube, abusing his onions for our enjoyment. There was no clear cut winner, but I'll bet you a kick in the groin, the male members of the audience still haven't unclinched their thighs.