I’ve held off on this post for a couple days, worried that y’all would think I was a goof. 
Well, I guess I am and yer gonna have to live with it.
So I’ve been under a rock for the last 30 years, apparently. Just out here in the north woods, throwing some old yoyos that I’ve had since forever. I’m not sure how exactly I came to notice that the current yo world is evolved from what I lived in long past its best-before date, but here I am.
Lately I’ve added two pieces to the stable: first a One Drop Still Rollin’ and then the one I really wanted, a One Drop Deepest State. Let’s ignore the Still Rollin’ for just now because I’m still working into that one.
That Deepest State, now. Hoo, boy. This turns out to be my Spirit Animal. I really, really wanted a yoyo that I could do old-school responsive and modern semi-responsive with. I wanted that badly enough to pay what it took to unearth a hard-to-find throw and get it across international borders. What really made it come together was putting a Greasebucket in it. I may, when I can find some black spike Side Effects, change to those because I have to say I’d put Mr. Haponik up for sainthood if I had a firm in with the Pope. Might drop the dude a note anyway; we both like Chitown pizzas.
Sorry for the blather but I just had to let it out. I’ve been throwing in spare minutes all day long and it just makes me want to do the “Snoopy Dance.” Heh. Nothing like outing myself on an antique cultural reference…
Cheers, eh!
rEvolve