Here's the thing guys, we tried cheating and it ended with a mustachioed man paying his own way to offer up a life insurance policy to buy out an ex-coach.
We just got caught whacking it and are grounded. It is going to be Easter brunch with the grandparents for awhile. Lots of shirt tucking, wet combed hair, pleats, silver dollars to tuck away for a rainy day, musty hymn books and hand writing thank-yous. If we play our cards right though, when the old people die we may get to buy that kowasaki and hit the big time.
