Saturday hike to Maunawili Falls

A bunch of Polynisians, a muddy field, and a football...

This year's Turkey Bowl was one like no other. Gone were the layers of sweat pants and long sleeve shirts. No frost on the cold hard ground. This year no one could see their breath or had runny noses. Temperatures were in the upper 70's. The grassy field still had standing water from the rains the day before.

So the tradition is: young men against Elders and High Priests. This year we had too many adults, so the bishopric headed over to the young men's team. I know what you're thinking, "real fair, a bunch of adults against some young men." But you must know that Polynesian young men are bigger than most adult Caucasian men and have more football experience than them too. So it was much more even than you would think. Plus what better clash could there be than a group of has been adults wanting to relive their youthful glory days and the youthful young men wanting the prove their abilities and beat down the old men?

After a few plays, the beautiful grassy field with standing water quickly became a 50X25 yard mud pit perfect for any "Wipeout" television show. In reality the mud was icing on the cake. A game with passionate footballers provides satisfaction enough, but add brotherly love, comical face plants in a muddy puddle, you now have memory to last a lifetime.

I have played in many Turkey Bowls in my life. But this one is hands down the most memorable.

So there I was...

I was wracking my brain trying to figure out the best way to both archive precious memories while at the same time sharing exciting experiences with those we love. Facebook is nice but let's face it, its very terse and dynamic. A great comment is quickly lost in the deluge of random pointless statements and links to an occasional humorous clip. So in an effort to slow down life and highlight it's finer points, we begin our very own blog.