Doomed or not.

Doomed to loose 10-1, our white and grey team actually won, against all odds to the team at the top of the league, in an exiting and brilliantly played match. 
All involved, from coach and team to spectators were in a state of joyous disbelief. 
The Titch who is no longer a titch having grown recently, sat beside us, cheering and whistling through his teeth, contributing no doubt to the dowfall of the opposing side.
L has not nor will be vaccinated in the near future so this will be his last match until the rules get changed or he gets covid.  One way or the other.
In the mean time the contingency plan is that he will train with the Titch and begin swatting for his medical school entrance exam which is 18 months away.
I have been having teca therapy on my back which is definately helping. End of heavy lifting.