Time for a resurgence. For a band of runners to say “Enough!” For spirited athletes to shake the doldrums.
The “doldrums” is a popular nautical term that refers to the belt around the Earth near the equator where sailing ships sometimes get stuck on windless waters.
Ships need wind. I labor to fill your daily sails right here.
Mates. They deserve a Real Captain. One that has navigated and endured blusters from all four corners. Experienced bursting shells across his bow. That remains steadfast and unflinching. That will light his beard.
Gleam and glint as the SS NRGE sails into Ames this weekend. Fearless they are and ready for battle. Swashbucklers anxious to make Midnight Madness a proving ground. Sailing away from the doldrums intending to make the fight hot. Charting courses to Real Competition.
These Good Mates. First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin. Its Time Again.
“First We Take Manhattan”, lyrics by Leonard Cohen
“They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I’m coming now I’m coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I’m guided by a signal in the heavens
I’m guided by this birthmark on my skin
I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I’d really like to live beside you, baby
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes
But you see that line there moving through the station
I told you I told you I told you I was one of those
You loved me as a loser but now your worried that I just might win”
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