I had just put down the trig, and dropped the new-to-me Open Stone on the grass when I heard it. There, about 75 yards away, lounging on the grass, was a gaggle of college kids and one young lady. I stared, waved, got a wave back.

Hmm.

So I stretched a little and warmed up. After a few throws, I heard another whistle. This one annoyed me.

Well, I was done with the stone, so I went to the car and got the 42 pound Masters weight for weight over bar. I set up the bar at 13 feet, dropped the weight and walked over to the guys, who were trying to retrieve their frisbee from an oak tree. And I said...

"Since you all seem to think it's funny to whistle at a guy wearing something different from you, since you probably figure that any guy wearing this skirt thing is probably an effeminate wuus, I tell you what. If anybody in this group can throw that weight over there over a bar higher than I can, I'll give them twenty bucks. And any of you who CAN'T throw the weight higher than I can, I'll accept an apology instead."

They immediately started to say that no harm was meant, but I shushed them. "Just throw." That's' it.

I got six apologies.

I managed to work it out that it all turned into a game, really rather than a showdown, but it was still kind of satisfying. So much for whistling at the panzy in the skirt.