I’m in a swimming competition. I have to put on some fancy equipment in a certain procedure, one of the refs explains.
Brian and I both are in the competition.
I swim. I don’t do so bad.
On the return trip a swimmer latches unto me. I am pulling him a bit, then a ref blows a whistle on me and warns me no piggy backing. I’m nonplussed. He latched onto me; how could it be my fault?
“The water knows” he says.
It’s a fun game. I later think it might be fun to do the physical game over the internet with Jim.