On Saturday, (May 25, sorry for the delay) I stumbled out my door and into the West Side Invite Third Annual Coffee Cat. I almost entered it, but the proximity of the Belmont Stumptown and my refusal to rush a quality iced Americano prevented me from competing. A Coffee Cruise, yes. Racing, no. I'll get jacked on caffeine, but I won't be rushed in the process. Alas, I digress.
Checkpoint coordinator Kimberlyn, Lance E. Pants and I got coffee from a surprised yet helpful Stumpstaff, gaffled a table and some chairs, readied the stamp and inkpad and we were set.
We got the word from from Tod Danger that the race had begun. Then, we waited. Just as Kim asked "when do you think they'll start showing up," Sharkie came rolling up Belmont, cup outstretched.
I frantically filled his cup as one cup became a wash of more wadded up cups, arms, dollar bills, yelling, complaining, water (sissies!), cream, pouring coffee onto sidewalk, more complaining about being chastised for cheating (referred to as "really wanting to win" later [ha!]) and then the jumbled mass was gone, leaving a pool of coffee and a stack of dollar bills and frazzled checkpoint attendants in their wake. In about three seconds they were gone.
Later, some stragglers rolled up, unaware of the serious nature of the event, and drank their coffee like civilized folk, even noting the tastiness and French-pressedness of their coffee.
From there, it was down to the finish line, the prestigious downtown Stumptown to see who the winner was. Of course, it was no surprise to discover that two-time Coffee Cat champ Sharkie had retained his early lead and the title while setting the tone for what would be an impressive weekend for the wily veteran.
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