Korzonification of the Meter

Ha HA! The 4- has once again emerged, in all its glory, from its fragile crysalis, completing the transformation from its former quadipillar state. The four-o-meter is once again in full effect. With the departure of Imes, our last semblance of a sweep coach, we called in the reserves...Kris Core-zin-ow-ski, two-sticker technician extraordinairre. Prior to practice he gathered the four together in a little meeting to assure us that he was not going to do too much coaching for fear of sending us back to Teti "all fucked up." Then, after launching, he immediately proceeded to comment on every single stroke every one of us took...at the same time. The criticisms all started with "No, no, no, shit fucking," but slowly morphed into "Yeeees, excellent, beautiful, zis is perfect stroke." Crazy thing is the damn boat was actually moving pretty damn well by the end of practice, much to the pleasant surprise of "the 4." Oh we gettin' da mojo back, bitches.

Pretty good row. Meter stands at Korzonified.

Peace.