FREE ESSAY ON THE JERKS FROM NORTH KITSAP

THE JERKS FROM NORTH KITSAP

The Jerks from NK
November 14, 1999: What must have been the worst day in racing history, an entire cross
country team was lost and found dead 21 miles off course by the Pacific Ocean. Here is
the story of what was once thought to have been the best X-Country team ever.
NK Runner: (Heading to police car) I swear I didn't think they'd do it! It was just a
joke. I mean, who in god's name would go that far of course anyway!? I'm innocent I tells
ya. INNOCENT!
Police Man: Why did you tell them to run a different route, son? Why did you point them
in the wrong direction?
NK Runner: It wasnt't just me. It was my whole team. We didn't think they'd go where we
pointed. We didn't actually think they'd run to Bear Cove for cryin' out loud. We all had
a good laugh when we watched the entire PA team go the wrong way, but had no idea it
would lead to this.
Police Man: Lead to this indeed. The whole team was ripped apart by bears. How could you
pull such a deceitful act, son?
NK Runner: It was just a joke.....
Throughout the day, runner by runner was interviewed. Everybody who was on the premesis
was asked why such an incident could occur. The Jerks From NK was the conclusive result.
Hated in just about every sport, NK had told the PA team to run down the wrong path, so
PA did. This journal was found at Bear Cove. A journal you ask? Yes, PA had a journalist
go along for the run with them. A former X-Country man himself, he'd pause to write, and
then he'd run to catch up. Weird, yes, but everyone in town wanted to know what made the
team keep on going. Here's a few inserts from the journal.
We really must be ahead of the pack now for we have not seen another runner in sight for
the longest time. It's been 4 miles and we're still the only ones around. We just got
done pausing for a break because we think something's a little bit fishy. Ever since
those NK guys pointed us down this trail we haven't seen a soul. We're starting to get
tired but we'll keep trecking on. Signing off.
20 more minutes of running and still nobody in sight. The team is getting a little
ragged. We're starting to think we took a wrong turn because we know NK would never send
us in the wrong direction. We're getting weak and tired and do not know what to do. It's
starting to rain and it's getting dark out. We have no provisions because we figured the
race would be over in about a half hour. It's been 3 or 4 hours and we're lost. We don't
know where to turn...
We just saw a sign called Bear Cove......there are bones everywhere. Animal bones we
presume. There's a huge stream running over yonder. I have seen three salmon jump
already. Bear Cove is a very scary name. I wonder if there are truly bears around
here.....I'm starting to think those NK guys pointed us in the wrong direction. Or did we
just take a wrong turn??
Nightfall. According to my watch it's been 13 hours since we were at the beginning of the
race. I'm getting very worried. The team seems to think someone will find us soon. I know
for a fact nobody hikes into Bear Cove without a gun. I'm scared. I don't know what to
do. I'm getting tired of writing. Maybe it's time to pack away my things for the night. I
don't see how we're going to sleep......I just heard a loud growl.......Now I'm scared to
death....
It's now morning. Scott, Alex, and Frankie are nowhere to be seen. There are blood
streaks around the big logs so we think they were probably eaten by bears. Well that's
what I think, the others are in denial right now. We cannot believe this is happening to
us. How could we have been so stupid? It must have been NK. I know for a fact it was.
They didn't want PA to win the race so they pointed us in the wrong direction. If we ever
get back alive, I'll make a hit list with all their names on it!!
I'm growing weak. Not only did I run a lot....I haven't eaten in 24 hours. AHHhhhh