I dare you to watch this and not enjoy it. Let me walk you through the emotional rollercoaster you’re about to embark on:
:00 – :50 | I guess this is like, costumed breakdancing with tap boots? Novel. I’ll give this about a minute, pat myself on the back for being “cultured”, and be on my way.
1:00 | Quite the costumed call-out there, black boots. Part of me wants to mock, but he’s so committed, so fearless about it. Lets see what white boots has to say.
1:30 | I think white boots is the literal definition of panache. I can’t let this go quite yet.
2:20 | I guess this is on. This is happening. Nobody is backing down here. Still – I’ve seen them both dance now, I’m certainly not going to watch this whole thing. I’m an adult with things to do. I’m surprised I made it through 2 minutes.
2:35 | I realize they’re commanding the live band by tapping their boots. I can’t lie, I’m suddenly flush in the cheeks.
3:10 | How many spins was that? Did anybody see that?
3:10 – 15:00 | Did i just watch this for 15 minutes? There’s no way I just watched this for 15 minutes.
15:15 | WHEN DID BLACK BOOTS’ HAT COME OFF? Gather round, everybody, it’s about to get real.
16:05 | Add “take off my scarf and jump rope with it” to the bucket list.
18:13 | I did it. I watched 18 minutes of this. And somehow, I’m disappointed it’s over.
I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what the rules are. I don’t know who won (yes I do, black boots definitely won). But It was good. They were good. They were passionate, talented, practiced, and committed. And that’s fun to watch.
Bravo, mystery dancers.
Courtesy of digg.