The unforeseen beatings are afoot. Dancing around our futures waiting for the kink in our armor to present itself. Trust me the weight eventually exposes everyones weakness. Thank God for our teammates. Because there’s nothing better than taking a beating with someone there by your side, laughing and screaming “HOOYAH” at the tops of their lungs. Cold, Wet and Sandy together forever. HOOOOOOOYAAAAAAAAAH! Out

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