Bucket in hand, I walked toward the lake that had consumed the field. It's game day after all. The storm had passed and the work began. Coach Dean, knee deep in muddy water, filled the air with Jamaica's rhythm. The rhythm persuaded me. This is really happening. All I could do was laugh. Wet grass and mud under my feet, bucket in hand. Man verses Wild. For the love of the game, maybe. Dedication to the kids, certainly. One hour later the lake was a puddle and the game began. Teamwork. Leadership. Commitment. And a sense of humor turned what should have been a disaster into my #bestSCORESmoment. Friday May 9th, 2014. Douglas Park
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