Every year they stage an all out invasion of Snyder Park in Plantation - damn close to the Armory, too!
They act out war games, throwing rocks and stuff. They flaunt convention with their plaid skirts and corrupt the eyes of all young lasses who look upon their bandy knees with lust.
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First, they lull you with sheep dog demonstrations of border collies corralling ewes from one end of the athletic field to the other.
Then the ladies in plaid with laced up ballet-looking shoes come out to twirl and spin and leap through the air. And, quite frankly, it's damn enchanting.
There's music -- from traditional pipers to modern Celtic rock -- and beers and haggis. (OK, the haggis is somewhat less pleasant than the dancing and the beers. It's like liverwurst but less... more... well, it's like liverwurst but just not.)
But then, they bust out the cabers, the sheafs, and the big rocks and impress you with their feats of strength. Sure it all seems like good sport, until the Scottish guy next to you leans over and says, "You know why they throw tree trunks and heavy rocks?"
"No, I guess I don't."
"The British wouldn't let them train with weapons. But then, you don't really need a weapon if you're strong enough to throw a tree trunk at someone's head."
A fair point. So, while you might hear about guys with long hair wearing skirts throwing sticks and rocks and think: phbfft, lame. It's actually kind of terrifying. Imagine it -- roving bands of men with muscular thighs roaming the streets forcing you to eat ground up sheep intestines.
Forget the Britsh, beware the Scots.
(Disclaimer: The Scots are a wonderful people with a rich and ancient cultural heritage. We highly recommend attending the 31st Annual Scottish Festival next year.)
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