I won every year but my dad was pretty handy and "helped" me quite a bit. Loaded them down with as much lead as we could to keep within the weight limit. I found those cars when we were moving last spring. They're pretty smooth. Yeah, it was all in using the weights right. Most cars just had them as the headlights and it didn't do enough.
The few Eagle Scouts I knew were [expletive] terrifying. The Boy Scouts were dorks, but [expletive] those Eagle Scouts were all intensity and bottled up fury.
The Scouts were huge at my schools until the Webelos level; I think that's when most kids could bow out and did. Very few stuck with it to go on to Boy Scouts, and those that did were pretty freakish. The Cub Scouts and Tiger Cubs were something seemingly everyone was made to do by their parents. Of course, this was still back in the early-mid 80's; seems like it had fallen off a lot in the 90's.
Yeah, there's a hierarchy thing. Tiger Cubs, Cubs Scouts, Webelos, Boy Scouts, Eagle Scouts. The first chance my parents gave me to opt out, before Webelos, I was so very done.
None of us were against the two kids who kept instigating it. They were the types who took it WAY too seriously and were bigger than everyone else so they're just hurling us pipsqueaks around and bodyslamming like a couple of junior psychos. The rest of us shared many a harrowing look that screamed "why isn't anyone stopping this?!?"
You were in the Bot Scouts, that's your own damn fault I was 9, you weirdo. So which parent just sat and stared the whole time? It felt like all of them.
No kidding; this Bears team is humiliatingly bad, but if they fell into the playoffs ass backwards and went on some kind of miracle run it wouldn't be tainted at all by how terrible they are.