Little did I expect to find extreme sport at this site, and while I don't know you, Bernard, your expression in the photos suggests a diabolical delight that invigorates the imagination! I don't feel slighted now to have never stood in the coliseum, blood coursing, thumbs gesticulating down under a searing sun.
Too, I can stop scanning cable channels for savage cage fights. I only need remember the 12th day of the cruelest month, and for that, I thank you, Bernard.