Let's see.
More food.
More chatting.
More games.
And, of course, more ring toss.
The finals, acutally.
| Rockin' Grandpa's hat... |
| ...and licorice all over the face. |
| Brycen was desperate to play, too. |
| Tyrel calls this his walk-away. No cockiness. |
| But still oh-so-humble. |
| Tyrel didn't win. But he at least came in third. |
And that was Murripalozza 2011...briefly told in pictures.




