At the Ontario Centre for Classical Sport last Sunday, the dead were shuffling straight at us in a Zombie Apocalypse and teams were charged with big responsibility. Keeping our hangers-on hanging on was the key to this game; keeping 'em fed and outta the way of the necrotic nasties was our job. It was imaginatively tied in with the associated charity as we also hauled a load of non-perishables for the Mississauga Food Bank. The organizer, Scott, clearly has a ton of fun with making up games and tipped us off to be on the lookout for attacking robots at OCCS in the spring.
Brains were on the line and we needed those for tallying our scorecards. And making up team names, naturally. When my my pal, Steven, brought word of the impending apocalypse to our class at Shawn's Archery, we knew it was a fait accompli when the name Shawn's of the Dead was tossed out. How could we not? By the way, Steven went from harbinger to charismatic leader in this yarn. He was determined that Shawn's would NOT be found without the soul for getting down. In the crunch, we turned out another team, too: Hawkeye's Backup. So much for the social breakdown trope.