Game 9 ... Celtic 4 - Boxford 2

It was critical that we win this game and we did. It went like this ... we scored, we scored, they scored, they scored ... we got the willies at this point but ... then ... we scored and we scored again. Paschal got two by being at the right place at the right time, Rob the bed wetter scored a belter and Caino got his melon on to a Nigel Hedge left footed cross for number four. Job done. We adjourned to the parking lot and feasted on various things that give me gas ... but don't get me wrong ... this is not a bad thing. JB provided the victuals and he did a fine job. I just could not stop loading up on the beans. Last night I had Indian food so I should be farting like a bison by nightfall! Lesly supplemented the beer selection with paint stripper mixed with cinnamon.

I had an interesting bench conversation with Lesly, Ludger and Doug. The thrust of the conversation was about the merits of training ... running, biking and generally doing strenuous things to stay in shape for footy. Lesly mentioned that the Docs that he works with all advise against this kind of training and suggest swimming instead. Doug thought that swimming was terribly boring ... a valid point to which I added that the last time I did it I got absolutely soaking wet. I thought that this was a rather silly comment on my part but it got Doug on the funny bone and he staggered around muttering "I got soaking wet" under his breath like a crazy person. Of course this is nothing new ... he is a bonafide crazy person.

On Wednesday we play the North Shore International men of mystery under the lights. A win gives us top spot for the first time ever. NS got thrashed by Marblehead and I predict that we will thrash them again on Wednesday. Rob is having a colonoscopy on Wednesday morning ...

 ..... which means that if he does play he will be playing with anger issues.

Why do I mention this? I don't know ... I have to fill this stupid blog with something.