For the last few weeks(since the warm weather started), it has been a daily ritual, sort of, that involves someone getting flying-tackled. As you may imagine, it's quite fun to watch as long as you aren't the one being tackled. Anyway, five minutes before my bus came, I noticed that no one had been tackled. So I decided to do something about it. I chose my target carefully, a kid in a bright red shirt, and went to about 30 feet behind him. I ran as fast as I could at him, and just before I jumped to complete the flying tackle, I shouted "THIS IS SPARTA!" as loud as I could. Everyone thought it was hilarious.