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Entry #1b The Colorado Trip, Part II Posted August 11, 2011, 3:30am by Aaron Brown
To read the first part of this story, click here.
So Chris and I never felt like turning in when all of the players did (something like 10pm), so we would stay up in the camp's lobby area either messing around on the Internet and watching Strong Bad email episodes on Homestar Runner or watching random Family Guy and Fresh Prince episodes on late night television. But the cleaning crew was in the area and we needed to get out of the way, so the security guard at the front desk called us over. This guy was an exact replica of Tim Reid, the black father on the show 'Sister, Sister' - he said they needed to clean the area, but he could let us into the Olympic athletes-only game room area in the basement.
It was a cool offer, but as we went down a freight elevator into a dingy concrete hallway, we were both looking at each other and wondering whether or not we were going to die down here in some random boiler room. He opened the secret door and we ended up in what amounted to the coolest basement in history. Huge room with pool table, ping pong table, entertainment center with a vast DVD collection, and no one in the room but us. Only that was the weird thing. We were all alone in this hidden place trying to have fun but wondering if we could even get back out of the doors. It was sort of like the feeling you would get in the hotel in The Shining. At some point, we got hungry and thirsty, and we knew the dining center still had soda and popcorn like things available...only that was a trip out of the basement through the eerie hallways, plus only one of us could leave so the other could let them back in the room. I made Chris go first and, as I remember, it was the freakiest few minutes of both of our lives. I was all alone in this random basement not knowing whether Chris would come back, while he was wandering through uncharted territory not knowing what was around each corner. I believe he had to look back over his shoulder in fear that a Freddy Krueger or Michael Myers was tracking his move down each corridor. Meanwhile, I'm looking at the door wondering if Chris is coming through the door with popcorn and Coke, Jason Voorhoes is coming in with a machete, or Apolo Ohno is looking for revenge for me eating his omelet.
In the end, we survived, and we probably
have Tim Reid's twin brother to thank for an interesting night.
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When I nominated Chris Fetterman
for a job as a coach at the Olympic Training Center in Colorado for a
water polo camp, I never imagined that it would turn into one of the
most eventful weeks of our lives. 
