Chaplain may not have been at The Graveyard Shift on the misty, sometimes rainy morning at the track at Swift Creek Middle, but his presence was felt. The Dirty Thirty was his creation, and two Swift Freaks decided to awaken it from the dead. On this, the 30th day of October, the eve of Halloween, The Dirty Thirty was ready to unleash it’s fury. It almost had each of them spewing Merlot like exorcised little girls. But they kept the beast at bay. So after the 30 sprints of 100 meters, almost every minute on the minute, for 30 minutes, the beast was put back to rest. And those two Swift Freaks, were not so swift for the remainder of the day.