Letterman's’ Club–Shidler Tigers

Luckily during my class year the requirements to join the Lettermen's Club were not so strict but this is a true story for previous years to remember.  I will be real curious who can verify or add to this story.  Certainly it is a classic.  by an Anonymous follower of thepioneerman.com
Dear Old Shidler High.
The Lettermen's' Club had already been formed, and belonging was a goal for every young jock. At one point in time, it became necessary to initiate a group of newbies into the Club, and that was to happen inside the gym. On the appointed evening, dads and sons converged, and the process began. Some of us were trembling, if not visibly on the outside, then at least on the inside, because stories had circulated that involved goats and other stuff that we might be required to be involved with, as part of the initiation. Seeing no goats in the gym, I for one breathed a bit easier...this obviously would not be as bad as we had conjured up!
The instructions came down, for the first part of the ceremony. We were to proceed into the girls' locker room and take all our clothes off. We were each handed a marshmallow, and with the marshmallow, the rules....  Well, we all have cheeks on our face, with our mouths between. And, we all have another set of cheeks...yep, that's right! Our task was to run full-throttle around the inside of the gym, one lap, with that marshmallow wedged as tightly as possible between those OTHER cheeks. Were the marshmallow to drop out during the run, the inductee would need to do it over!
Needless to say, not one among us wanted to drop that sweet treat, so TIGHT was the name of that game, and the run commenced. Everyone made it just fine, as I recall, back into the girls' locker room, and then the true nature of what our dads had done to us soaked in. You understand that in the running process, motion and friction between those cheeks happens, and the effect of that motion and friction on a marshmallow basically reduces the white sugar to VERY STICKY goo!
I don't even remember how the cleaning process went down, and that was only the beginning of the initiation! Other stuff we were required to do needs to come from some other source...help us out, here men! That is my contribution, and it just makes me tired...and so pleased to have been a Shidler Tiger Letterman!
Well this might be a stretch but what did you learn from the Osage:

• If you are making smoores look close at those marshmallows
• There is always a price to pay
• Examine the risk and reward before you commit to an investment

Thanks for your time,
gary@thepioneerman.com