You know, a bunch of boys, wielding sticks disguised as flags didn't seem like it was going to be my scene. And knowing their previous outings had been best described as Lord of the Fliesesque, we hung back.
As they approached our viewing station, it became clear there was a front vanguard and back line in their formation.
In between ran a wild pack of seven year olds, moving in erratic circles as the entire group made its way forward, occasionally slowing down in order to hurl candy at spectators.
I'm pretty sure I made the right decision when I sat this one out.