If we established anything at yesterday’s Weasel Royale club championship game, it’s that there are only three acceptable reasons for missing the event: Cancer, Rugby and Acts of God. All three played a part in shaping the lineup for this year’s Royale, as did some pretty lame excuses.
The field featured only four of the top seven, along with three alternates, including one who was an alternate for an alternate. We tapped Brad Harrington (the seventh alternate!) to play at around 10:45 a.m. when second alternate Mike Morrison discovered that a tree had fallen on his car during Friday’s storm. Host and War Weasel Dan Burgess calmly diverted fourth alternate Don Glass to the west side of the city to retrieve Harrington. They arrived at Dan’s at 12:06, and the selection ceremony started as soon as they took off their jackets.
The ceremony didn’t live up to the 66-minute build-up. In reverse seed order, we established the selection order, and the seeds all held. I think that’s the first time in Royale history that we stayed in seed order.
So, while the ceremony was rather uneventful, the game was anything but. It was as fun, interesting and dramatic as a championship game should be, particularly through the first four years. But even then, it was starting to look like the result was inevitable. The Eastern dynamic was playing right into the Turk’s hands, and the Turk was Matt Sundstrom.
The players finally conceded during the Fall 1911 turn. The final center counts were: (selection order in parenthesis)
All hail the new Bull Weasel!
You can check out the supply center chart here. Hopefully the players will check in with their thoughts. There’s a lot to talk about in this one. In the meantime, thank you, Dan, for hosting the Royale. It was a great time, as usual. Thanks, also, to Matt Kade for flying in for the event, and to the alternates, particularly Brad Harrington, for stepping in so that the show could go on
And finally, the careful reader must be wondering about the cancer comment above. We learned last Monday that our Prime Weasel, Nate Cockerill, has been diagnosed with cancer. He’s home in Ohio now, surrounded by a supportive family and friends who aren’t eyeing his centers.
"I will get over this," he told me via text.
I have no doubt. The Myth Chaser can do anything.