In the midst of our feasting and debauchery in honor of Frostbeard's birthday, it was discovered that Jotun One had left his swimsuit outside. Since the ale, absinthe, etc. had been flowing a great deal already I won't venture to guess why he removed his swimming trunks during the hot-tubbing, but I'm sure he had a good reason at the time. The end result of this act was that his swim suit froze as stiff as a board in the 15 deg weather. To add insult to injury, he left without taking his giant, semi-frozen, stained swimsuit with him. Clearly, punishment was in order.

This weekend, Frostbeard and Jotun One returned to my abode for a rousing game of Knattleikr. Sensing that my time had come (not least because I am leaving New England for Oregon in a week), I gathered up the abandon shorts and decided that they would make an excellent war banner. The addition of my father's old ski pole and some duct tape made the banner complete (and rather fetching if I do say so myself). When Jotun arrived, I proudly greeted him holding aloft the pennant of his shame. His laughter at the sight was clearly a clumsy attempt to hide his internal ocean of disgrace.

After everyone arrived, we took to the field. I posted the banner in a tree on the sidelines where it hung in triumph for the first half of the game. Thankfully, with Frostbeard lurking about there was no leaving it at that. Between the two of us it was decided that we needed to take things a step farther. Not only were the swim trucks being used in an unintended manner, but it was time for the banner they had created to be used for purpose that was originally intended for neither the whole and the various parts. It was javelin time...

PS – While he did manage to take his swimsuit home after this event, Jotun did leave at least one article of clothing in his wake at my house.