With a clenched fist you swing up and sucker-punch the complainer onto the ground.

"HEY! THAT WAS MY DAD YOU ******!"

All of a sudden Jeff King is on top of you swinging like a crazed lunatic. You respond with a knee in the stomach but he comes back with a bystander's lawn chair in your face. As you scuflle in the snow, you are both disqualified of disorderly conduct and the third place winner George Welles takes the prise.

END