Well that was a wash, literally.
For a solid six minutes I sat at BMO field watching professional soccer players run up and down the pitch. A few kicks were even made on net. Then the heavens opened up and my friend Tom and I found ourselves standing in line for a poncho for half an hour.
Once we got into our quality $5 rain gear and all sense of our dignity was lost for the evening we ventured back out to our seats. Forty five seconds later we were back inside.
Let’s face it, I’m bound to have one or two catastrophic failures this year that are completely out of my control. So sorry Toronto FC, but I have to give you a big thumbs down, through it’s no fault of your own.