The Country Mice

Last week Homeboy’s Grade 9 Ultimate team had their final tournament of the season.

Yeah, they lost. So what? They always lose.

It’s a small school.

But they’ve got SPIRIT! And believe it or not, there’s a prize for that too.

Look at poor Liam up against the green behemoth. That, my friends, is why our team loses every game wins the spirit award.

Coach Jo. She used to be a member of the national Ultimate team. Now she coaches our pipsqueaks. The woman is a saint. A lean, muscled, intense and very happy saint.

These are the Grade 9s. Their last ever official game together. Wah!

No significance to their shirts. They found a cheap website where they could buy logo’d t-shirts for $5. Clever kids.

Classic.

And as they all lined up for end-of-season, goodbye-forever, love-ya-man, yee-haw-high-fives and smiled for the camera, some smartie took a picture of the mums and tots.

Tots.

Right.

More like, “Folks? It’s time for a little reality therapy.”

For all the doubters, with the inclusion of your author, here’s the evidence: He’s taller than me.

Indubitably, unquestionably, most certainly taller than me.

The top of the heads is one thing. But look at our chins — miles apart! I guess that means my head is still bigger (wha?!) . Small comfort.

And I think I’m looking kind of stooped as well.

Good grief.

You’ll note my lad is looking pretty darn happy about it all.

At least he still depends on me to drive!