every-so-often-the-lords-haus-champions-report

We decamped to rural Illinois, to a building reminiscent of the Great Northern from Twin Peaks. We're in paradise. There’s been a day of carousing, singing, reconnecting. Hugs, handshakes, karaoke. Now it is tournament day. The Lords of the Pit are wearing their cuts, backpatches menacing, the originators of a now worldwide trend. The out-of-towners played side games to stay sharp.

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