“’Let us carry you over the finish line,’” Wilkinson said Tancredi told her, and she had trouble just repeating the line. “This is probably my last game,” Wilkinson said, and what a way to go, metaphorically carried on the shoulders of other women. It reminded me of the time some of my female friends actually did the same thing for me. I didn’t re-appear for 10 full minutes, and only then for a few seconds, before I went back into the loo. There was still a long way to go, and I lumbered along Lakeshore Boulevard, looking for the aforementioned Moose and his wife Pat.

Source: National Post August 20, 2016 22:18 UTC