Yesterday afternoon, sitting in a bar at La Guardia airport, waiting for a flight to San Francisco by way of Detroit for a short three-day jaunt of public speaking, deal signing and employee hiring, I watched a show on ESPN called Viking.

And, in short, it’s good that I don’t have a television, or else I’d spend all day re-watching Tivo’ed episodes of this show, as it’s absolutely my new favorite in the entire world.

Essentially, it involves a succession of Japanese guys running at top speed through ‘The Ultimate Obstacle Course‘, while a pair of American color commentators inanely summarize the action (“Nagano’s agility, built through years as a commercial fisherman, really shines on this rope maze.”, etc.)

But, really, it’s not so much that I want to watch the show; It’s that I want to be on it. Or, better yet, it’s that I want to live somewhere where I can have a giant Ultimate Obstacle Course of my very own built in the back yard.

Because, get liquored up with a few friends, go barreling through that sucker, and I guarantee you’re going to have an entertaining night.