I have to flip the lever up to get it hopping out. Eat-off video idea.....
Mini pancakes flying through the air as you glide like a ******* butterfly snagging them with your mouth.
Reminds me that I have always a knack for catching foods in my mouth. We go to one of those hibachi places and I got guys from adjacent stations flinging zucchinis my way.
One of my proudest moments ever. Going away party for some friends at Surly Brewery here in Minneapolis. Got like 20 people, some small kids mixed in. A bunch of apps were ordered. Everyone is having beers enjoying themselves, when I hear from across the large table my wife regaling our friends with stories of me snagging foods out of the air at hibachi place. My buddy Jacob is like **** you, no chance you are good at this. My wife proceeds to yell "moops!! incoming" as she tosses a brussels sprout my way. She doesn't have the best arm, so it is like high and wide, but I jump into action. Nearly drop my beer, but held onto it, tossed a couple small children aside and launched my body up in the air, snagging that sprout like a ******* osprey or some ****.
Place went nearly silent. I was a ******* hero for those 3 seconds
I am also a food catching savant.
A few years ago, we were on vacation at the fishing resort we go to in Minnesota. My brother has a bag of grapes, so I'm like 5 yards away so I tell him to throw me one. That's an easy one, like Tinker to Evers to Chance turning a double play.
So I back up another 5 yards and tell him to throw me another one. Money. The dragonflies are started to hover around trying to get tips on how to catch mosquitoes more efficiently.
I back up again. This time I go 10 more yards. Family is starting to gather, because we are at 20 yards now, which is about the normal distance where Kadarius Toney drops a pass. I don't drop grapes pal.
This goes on for another 20 minutes. 5 yards at a time. My brother is like Drew Brees in his prime dropping dimes all over the place into my mouth. I barely have to move. He's so on platform its not even funny. Lucky for us its a bright blue sky so I can track these grapes, because the farther he goes he has to put more arc on them so I have time to track, move, and finish.
Finally we are like 50 yards apart. This is no joke fellas. This ain't like throwing a Ritz cracker into a downwind. This is a solid grape, no breeze. Perfect arc from a guy whose arm is another two or three throws away from rotator cuff surgery.
This grape comes in, I track it, open my mouth, and it falls right in - straight into my wind pipe. I'm ****ed.
Nobody notices. I stay calm, because....well, I'm a professional after all. I can still breathe, so I know quickly that I'm not gonna die. I lean over, and my ripped core forces the grape out of my mouth. Thank God I am a spitter and not a swallower.
That ended the game to wild astonishment from the crowd. During this display, there were about 14 throws. I did not miss or drop one.
My opus.