If it's Thursday, we must be winning. Am I right or am I right?
Maybe I shouldn't be this giddy about laying the smack down on kids born in the 1990s. Maybe I was just happy to get a game in when it didn't look like we had a field. Maybe I've been drinking ever since I got home.
But no matter what unreasonable heights I've reached since we first stepped foot on the Shannon Park turf, no one can deny the fact that the Bag of Hammers are on a winning streak.
And to top it off, I may have found my dream bar in the Ship Victory Restaurant and Lounge. An interior like a boat, a steady diet of classic rock played at a reasonable enough volume to allow conversation, and a dirt-cheap menu of greasified goodness. Mama I'm comin' home.
Congrats to all! And many thanks to Double-A for the photojournalism - I didn't know I was that skinny. Jesus. I need to eat more victory burgers.
Peace,
Tim
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