I'll be at the beach when the weather is like this, ___ ____.

Somebody stole my slippahs... I no can believe. Somebody stole my slippahs. Where's my reprieve? Ok, I had to get that out of the way and thought that a quick poetic delivery would be dopefish.

The day was grand. Roping sets marched in with authority. These sets weren't fully announced and "in yo face" like some kind of Sergeant in boot camp on your very first day, but it was as if the ocean looked upon mankind, threw a bunch of teaser sets and when complacency kicked in, threw a couple of fastballs - fastballs that crept in steadily, at head-high to overhead significance.