These two table frames are sequential. In the first frame Sam Flanagan is following close behind. In the second frame Craig finished clicking that table, and it was so clicked that Sam exploded into a fine, invisible dust.
Kid drove over from a summer at Whistler, raced MSA in an eagle t-shirt, on flats, and finished 62nd. It's moments like this when I realize how superbly untalented I am. Please, pleas kill me now.