Baton-Face

What I'm about to share with you is very important, so I should hope you treat this information with the respect it deserves:

On Thursday night Peter, Marty, and I invented the World's Best Sport; ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Baton-Face. The 'baton' is a rolled up magazine covered in tape. Two opponents face each other with their hands forward, holding two batons between them. This is best described by the graphic composed of MSN Messenger emotive-icons shown. Someone says '3, 2, 1 Go!' (this is usually chanted by the massive audience) and then the mystic pantomime of Baton-Face begins. The challengers must wrest one of the batons out of the hands of their opposite, and manage to konk him on the head with it before he regains control of it. A konk on the head signals the end of the round and the Baton-Face Leaderboard is updated. There is a big yellow star for the person with the best wins-to-games-played ratio.

I realise this has the potential to sound like any old lame tug-o-war game, but trust me, this one is different. It is amazing. It is beautiful to behold. The move that cemented my place in the hearts of flatmates everywhere consists of sweeping my right foot forward and to the left while dropping my shoulders, and then spinning and lifting, causing feather-weight Marty to sail bodily through the air and reliquinsh the baton, within seconds of the opening shout. To be fair, Marty's trick of sitting on my face while grinding his knees into my wrists was also a bit of a crowd-pleaser.

After two days, there are eight people listed on the Baton-Face Leaderboard - this is testament to the undefiled allure of the sport. Go now, take this kernel of knowledge, this gift - tape up a magazine and get wrastling!