twelve and counting...

Two more games this past weekend. And two more wins. That's twelve in a row now.

First up was a team from Quebec. Yes, we won, but they did have one distinct advantage - the language barrier. Sign stealing is at a definite minimum when not one of us on the field had anything beyond a high school education in French. I'm sure if they had wanted to they could have called pitches audibibly from the dugout and it would have left us scratching our heads. Who knows, that may have been exactly what they were doing!

And then there was High Park/Etobicoke. Yes, that High Park. The one I have been waiting for 21 years to play again. The last time I remember facing them I was watching a home run ball scream over my head at first base somewhere into the abyss in Dundas. This is one moment me and my friends that were on that team still talk about to this day. Fast forward to present day. We played what amounted to one of our best games of the season against a very good team. Playing from behind for just the third time this season the boys rallied to tie then go on to win 6-2. A great all around game by all 12 guys.

After a day in the sun, it was time to party poolside. Many thanks to the Miller's for playing host. We ate. We drank (age appropriate beverages to be clear). When you're 12 yrs old you are limited to what you can legally drink out of a championship trophy. So, Coke it was. Mind you, most of it ended up all over Matthew Grabstas when it was dumped on him. (that's him holding the trophy just after this happened) Thank you Matthew for my highlight of the night!