Words can't really do any of this justice.

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The only picture I have from the first night, circa 4am. The time trails with the back of house start/finish have just completed. Time for Euchre!	Erik on bacon duty.	Steve Murray, Neil, Beaz, Joe, KW. Apparently Joe needs two beers to officiate.
Note the rope, and KW trying to get another tube on for safety.	Joe explaining the rules. This is the classic Single Tube Tennesee Turnaround. I don't see fluffers, so I don't believe there was a Chatanooga chug involved in this race.	The Gallery. KW, Dan and Gilligan.
"On 3! 3 - 2 - 1 - GO!!"	The turnaround. Steve Murray finds the front brakes.	The winner!!
Apparently this WAS the Chattanooga Chug variation, juding by the amount of spillage on Steve's chest.	JPB on meat duty with a couple more members of the gallery, Drew and Todd.	It's gotten later. Need more safety. It's time for Two-Tube Texas Turnaround!! Dan Phillips is ready.
A little jostling at the starting line, good thing they had 2 tubes on. Gilligan is possesed.	I can't believe I missed Gilligan landing on his package, but this immediately after "braining" himself on the cross bar and completing the chug to take down Phillips. Extreme pain to follow.	Gallery.
Just the usual sites you see every day at 2am in Leavenworth. Dave Bouman going at it with 2 tubes.	Picutre matches our state of mind.	The Start Offical running down the rules. Note the fluffers (Neil and Gilligan). Beaz and Bouman racing.
Suicide corner and Bouman gets the ever important hole shot.	The Turnaround!! Beaz going for the T-Bone! Bouman with his drunk shields up!!	And your winner, Dave Bouman!
Erik, always thinking, trying out his latest Two-Tube theory. Joe is amused. And bleeding.	Start/finish/turnaround line.	Todd v. Erik. Fluffers Gilligan and Dan. Start Official Joe. The anticipation is palpable.
Todd gets the hole shot around Suicide Corner!	Meat Break! Jason's Peanut Sauce and Thai Pork Skewers. Mmm.	We've "progressed" onto dirtball. No shoes allowed. This was somebody getting pummeled, and I can't remember who it was, but it was painful. And I talked to them about it for ahwile.
Random draw. Single elimination tourney.	Beaz wants it. Getting airborne.	Brad in fine form.
The Champion!! Just got kneed in the head, but he held on.	The crew. Well, minus a couple passed out kids. The dead kegs. The dead booze. Oh, the horror.	No, it's not Tai-Chi, its a keg toss!

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