Chapter 19: We Are the Champions

Mr. Labatt’s BMW on HWY 401, Ontario

6:42pm, Saturday, November 24, 1979

‘What a fuckin’ awesome weekend!‘ I thought as four of the six key girls in my life were engaged in a flurry of various conversations as I drove Mr. Labatt’s B-mer back from Guelph on the 401 (Ontario’s equivalent to the Interstate System in the States). ‘I might as well not be in the car,’ I chuckled to myself as Shannon, Lynette, Zupena and Sammy regaled each other with their Friday night, Saturday morning escapades, which was interspersed with the odd, “I can’t believe we’re Ontario Champs!” from Cano or Zupena, or additional congratulations on their team and individual honors from Shannon or Sammy.

Room 211, Comfort Inn-University, Guelph, Ontario

1:13am, Saturday, November 24, 1979

Lynette was paralyzed with pure pleasure as every muscle in her body besides her heart, her diaphragm and her internal vagina were locked in place. Those wickedly powerful vaginal muscles were super active as Cano equaled her nickname with a torrid of female fluids exploding from with her elevated pelvis. Zupena’s face and upper body were drenched in Lynette’s juices as she stared down in naked wonder from her position between her teammates spread legs. Lynette tried to fore warn her new lover-girl about what might happen, but the shockingly forceful first eruption from her pussy also seemed to paralyze the Latvian beauty. Zupena took the full force of Cano’s four alarm squirting orgasm in her beautiful face, along her long neck and over her perfectly formed small breasts.

Surprisingly, Lynette came out of her orgasmic paralysis first. After she lowered her drenched crotch down onto the four-layered bathroom towels, she slowly reached up towards her wide-eyed, frozen lover. “3-Z, come to me, please,” Lynette whispered and motioned to the Amazonian blonde with her fingertips.

“You ... Oh Dievs! Lee-nette! You...” Zupena stammered as she slowly raised her right hand up and slowly ran her index finger from her right eye down, over her cheek to her mouth.

“Come 3-Z, I’ll help you ... clean your ... face,” Lynette haltingly repeated as her long arms touched Zupena’s hanging elbows. “You, Girlfriend ... were just ... the fourth person to get ... me to cum like that,” Cano added as Zupena barely inched her body forward over Lynette’s still panting body.

“That not pee!” Zupena exclaimed as she ran her tongue over her drenched lips and sucked the clear liquid from her fingers.

“No, Zupi, that’s not pee. That’s just how I let you know I reached the highest level of pleasure possible,” Lynette said as she finally was able to grip Zupena’s cum-slick forearms and pull her forcefully onto her supine, languid body.

Zupena used her hands to control her descent on Lynette’s body and held her head and neck up about four inches above Lynette’s smiling face. “You push poossee fluids out when big cum?” Zupena softly asked as a droplet of Cano’s orgasm formed on Zupena’s cute button nose.

Lynette lifted her head up from the pillow and extended her tongue to lightly capture that distended droplet before it broke it’s connection with Zupena’s nose. When she dropped back down on the pillow, Cano replied, “When I reach that level of pleasure, I, uh, I squirt out a little to a lot of pussy juices.” Lynette then put her hands on Zupena’s juice drenched cheeks and softly said, “That was like the biggest eruption I ever had, 3-Z. You’re sure you’ve never had your tongue around a girl’s pussy before?”

“No-ah! I not think of thing, ever ... before talk with Lisa and Tempe at house on Sunday. They say it feels good with girl at poossee, and then I start to dream of it ... with you. Ohhh, Leenette, I so happy my first pussy play was with you. You, you just ... skaista dieviete to me.”

“Sky-sta diev-ite, 3-Z?” Lynette softly repeated Zupena’s Latvian words.

“You my skaista dieviete, my beautiful goddess, Leenette. I no have better girl lover than you for first time,” Zupena sweetly said and then lowered her face to share a passionate kiss with her skaista goddess.

When the two blondes separated, Lynette’s upper torso was also super sticky as her erupted fluids transfered from Zupena’s upper torso to her own. Cano couldn’t help but giggle when Zupena’s pink nipples did their darnest to stick like glue to her own puffy pink nips as Zupena slowly pushed up from her chest.

“Be still, 3-Z!” Lynette forcefully said as she stared at that incredible sight. “Don’t move your chest, but look down at our titties.”

Zupena dropped her chin to her chest and her blonde hair flipped down over Lynette’s face. “Tas ir pārsteidzošs, skaists! Amazing and beautiful ... just like all of you, Leenette!”

“Just like both of us, 3-Z,” Lynette replied and wrapped her arms around Zupena’s neck to pull her back down for one more passionate kiss.

After Zupena rolled off of Lynette’s body, she softly whispered, “I first think I only like Mike calling me 3-Z. Now, I glad to have you call me that, too.”

“I, uh, I just somehow knew that was the name Cuda had given you, Zupena, and I just...”

“Mike first call me, Z-2 for my initials. I laugh and say name has three ‘zee’ sounds. He then start to call me 3-Z as play on 3-D term. I like ... from both of you.”

“So, Mike was gonna keep that as your private name?” Lynette asked with a smile.

“Yeah. He no call me that with others around.”

“Then I’ll only call you that when we’re together ... or with Mike,” Lynette said as she ran her right hand over Zupena’s sticky stomach and lower belly area. With a grin on her face, Cano softly said, “C’mon. We’ll sleep better after a quick shower to get unsticky.”

Room 406, Quality Inn-University, Guelph, Ontario

1:15am, Saturday, November 24, 1979

“Oh! Fuckin’ Shit! Gary! Give my ASS the pounding of a lifetime! Ohhhh! Fuccckkk!” Sammy thankfully cried into her pillow with her best potty mouthed verbiage. She was in a face-down, ass-up position with Gary’s curved six-inch cock sending her to her third major orgasm of the evening.

Somewhat unfortunately for Sammy and Gary, her heavier than normal period started mid-yesterday afternoon, so the only two available ports for Gary’s hard ship were her skilled mouth and her extra tight and extra hot back passage. Gary experienced Sammy skilled oral talents earlier in the evening and was now flooding a girl’s rear entry with his fluids for the first time in his eighteen-years.

“Jeezes! Lord!” Gary cried and had his legs give out on him as the second of his four powerful cum-blasts filled Sammy ass with scalding liquid. All of Gary’s one-hundred and eighty-five pounds slammed Sammy’s upturned ass and crotch into the hotel mattress, knocking every ounce of air out of her spasming body. Because he, too, was in the throes of ecstasy, Gary couldn’t do anything but finish cumming in Sammy’s ass as he smothered her with his body.

Thankfully, Sammy was able to turn her pillowed head to the side and gulp in a small amount of needed air as her ass impaled, one-hundred-twelve pound body was unintentionally, yet forcefully compressed into the mattress. When Gary stirred from his powerful orgasm, he started to push up from Sammy’s back. However, she huskily groaned, “Don’t move, Gar. Just sa-squeeze me as tight as you can, pla-ease!”

Gary laid his full weight back on Sammy’s back and even moved his legs to rest his full weight completely over the petite redhead’s trembling body. The tall sandy blonde ass-fucker then reached under Sammy’s chest and squeezed her flattened breasts with his strong mitts. Gary then pressed inward with his arms to compress Sammy’s prone body as tightly as possible.

That complete compression of her body caused a fourth, less wicked orgasm to wash over her lean, mean fighting machine body. For several seconds the sensation of suffocating caused near panic within her pleasure wracked body, but with her Wushu training, Sammy willed her fight or flight response to halt. With her mind cleared of panic, Sammy let this truly unique event carry her to new heights of wonderment.

Finally, the slight but powerful redhead pushed her and Gary’s combined body weights up from the mattress to take in a much needed full lungful of air before collapsing back into the mattress. This time, when Gary released his grip on her breasts and pushed up from her back, Sammy moaned out a long sigh of relief and then softly said, “That was the best fucking experience, ever.”

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you, Sammy?” Gary asked as he leaned down and gave the heavy breathing redhead a kiss on her exposed right cheek.

“Ohhh, Gary! That hurt so fucking good, it was incredible!” Sammy exclaimed as she wiggled her butt against Gary’s crotch. “I ... I just can’t describe the feelings there when ... when I couldn’t catch my breath. It was like scary exciting and-and, oh, gawd! It felt so, so fucking incredible!”

Gary’s eye went wide in wonder as he listened to Sammy’s colorful description of that semi-suffocation event. When Sammy saw that look, she softly asked, “Are you okay with all this? Were you good with my cussing, ‘cause I just tend to blurt that out when I’m...”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m perfectly okay with this, and with your choice of language. Your cussing actually was like music to my ears ... it spurred me on when I thought I couldn’t give you any more of me,” Gary replied with a smile and then kissed the corner of her mouth.

Sammy purposefully clenched her anal sphincter around Gary’s semi-erect shaft, which caused his smile to change to a silly, ‘eat-shit’ grin. With composure she didn’t realize she had at this moment, Sammy pushed up again, and looked at the bedside clock. With the numbers showing it was 1:37am, Sammy wisely said, “As much as I would love another butt-pounding, I think we better get some sleep if we’re gonna get with Cuda and Shan for breakfast at nine.”

After Gary slowly pulled his cock from her back passage and felt his anal cream-pie oozing, Sammy groaningly laughed, “Could you get a warm wash-rag, please? I would get it but I’m kinda leaking bigtime here. Plus, my sore-butt walk wouldn’t be pretty site.”

“One warm wash-rag, coming up!” Gary laughed as he butt scooted to the edge of the bed before hustling around to the hotel room’s bathroom.

Room 408, Quality Inn-University, Guelph, Ontario

6:33am, Saturday, November 24, 1979

“I was ... dreaming ... of you ... and me ... doin’ this, Mike,” Shannon whispered as she planted sweet, barely there kisses all around my face as her long, messy golden blonde hair tickled my semi-awake face. The most beautiful girl in the world was smiling down at me as she was slowly dragging her hot, wet slit over my fully charged thick shaft. Shannon had stealthily straddled my body as I slept, and she was in the process of changing her dream into reality.

“Ummm, morning, Beautiful,” I lazily whispered and blinked my eyes open a few times. “You couldn’t have been dreaming of me, ‘cause you were fully in my dreams.”

“Was I, now?” she whispered and leaned down to kiss me on my lips for the first time. When she pulled back some, she asked, “In your dream, was I lying on your body like this with my firm titties pressed to your muscled chest?”

I smiled at her and simply replied, “Yes.”

“And in your dream, did I bathe your face with sweet little kisses like I did ... and will do some more?”

“Oh, yes.”

“And in your dream, were you moaning like you are now because I was draggin’ my hot, wet ... shaved pussy over your thick shaft?” Shannon asked with more sultriness in her voice. She also put a little extra pressure on my trapped shaft with her definitely hot, wet, and shaved pussy.

“Ohh, gawd, yes!” I moaned in response to her carefully worded question and playful actions.

Shannon closed her eyes and gradually increased the speed and pressure of her pelvic motions. This caused both of us to moan and groan at the amped up sensations. When I reached up and lightly pinched both of her nipples as they moved over my chest, Shannon opened her eyes and throatily asked, “And ... and in your dream, did I stare wide-eyed at you in total bliss as you pinched my diamond hard nipples?”

“Gawd! You most definitely did, Shan!”

As she leaned down to kiss me, she hunched her crotch up more than her previous motions. When my cockhead wedged itself at her pussy entrance, Shannon softly asked, “In your dream, did you hear me say that all my, previous ‘Buts‘ were gone and that I... Ohhh fuuucckkk! And, and that I pushed my virgin pussy da-down on your hard ca-cock?”

Both of us froze at the sensation as Shannon’s hot pussy slowly engulfed my thick cock. When she gave me a little nod, I let out a long sigh and then replied, “I didn’t hear you say that in my dream ... because you fully demonstrated that all your ‘buts‘ were gone as you rode my cock to your first incredible, lovemaking orgasm.”

Shannon beamed at my response and slowly started to grind and then pull off my shaft. With my just my crown in her tight pussy, Shannon said, “I think I like your dream a tiny bit better than mine. Do you mind if I turn your dream into my ... our reality?”

“Oh! Fuck no!” I cried as she quickly made my thick shaft disappear back into her pussy.

“Oh! Fuck me! Yes!” Shannon laughed and then set about doing just that. This blonde beauty was proof of a true fucking instinct because she knew exactly what to do to bring on her first orgasm with a cock in her tight, slick pussy.

Similar to Jennifer Rathje, Shannon was a near silent lover. Her only sounds as she rode my shaft or ground her clit against my pubic bone was the occasional soft, “Oh” or a hiss from her staccato in- or exhalations. When she simply began to hunch her clit forcefully against the root of my shaft, a few more dramatic ‘Ohhs’ escaped from her pursed lips. With one simple “Gawd! Yes!“ Shannon collapsed onto my chest. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that Shannon just reached the promise land of sexual bliss.

Her pussy’s random contractions as she rested on my chest were near enough to trigger my own orgasm. However, I couldn’t remain stationary any longer and began to forcefully drive and withdraw my hard shaft from her wonderfully tight pussy. It only took four or five strong upward thrusts for my powerful orgasm to bath her virgin pussy with my white, thick fluids.

Because I was still in control of my body, I rolled Shannon over onto her back and began a slow and easy stroking motion into her splayed open body. After she lolled her head a few times, Shannon reached down and put her hands on my butt cheeks to draw me as deep into her pussy as possible. She soon replaced her hands with her strong, lean legs to prevent any possible escape from her womanly charms.

“I just wanna stay with you ... in this moment forever, forever and ever,” Shannon softly sang a couple of lyrics from last night’s serenade.

“You heard me singing to you?” I softly asked from about three inches above her smiling face.

“Only in my dreams. Those words just kinda...” Shannon sweetly replied with a look of semi-confusion on her face.

“I sang you a song called, I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing to you last night. You just sang a line or two from its third verse.”

Shannon gave her head a little shake and then sweetly sang the opening verse to that Aerosmith song. When she finish that verse, she said, “I don’t remember you singing or ever hearing that song, but those beautiful lyrics are ... they’re just there for me to sing to you.”

“Your voice is as beautiful as the rest of you, Shannon. You can serenade me anytime you feel like doing it,” I replied and leaned back down to share a soft but passionate kiss with my newest girlfriend and lover.

Lobby, Quality Inn-University, Guelph, Ontario

8:56am, Saturday, November 24, 1979

“Hey, Gary, Sammy,” I said as I held a coffee in my hands with Shannon at my side.

“Morning, Mike, Shannon,” Gary replied with a smile on his face.

“Walking a little gingerly, I see, Samantha,” I said in as neutral of tone as possible when I noticed the ‘tippy-toed’ gait of our redheaded friend.

“Just shut up,” Sammy laughed as she put her right hand on her ass cheek.

“Did you guys sleep well?” Gary asked with a wink.

“Very! We both had the most pleasant of dreams,” Shannon quickly responded with a lilt in her voice.

“That’s ... nice,” Sammy replied with a wink at both of us.

“I’m guessing you two slept well, too,” I said.

“Like two rocks ... from about two ‘till eight-o’clock,” Gary replied with a knowing nod of his head.

“Like rocks, huh,” Shannon restated.

I laughed and then added, “But from just from two-am, huh.”

“Didn’t I tell you to just shut up?” Sammy laughed as she waved her right fist in my direction.

“Shutting up, I’m shutting up,” I chuckled and leaned back behind Shannon, using her as my protective shield.

“Do they have anything worth eating here, or do we need to hit the highway to find some grub?” Gary asked as he tried to gauge the quality of the free breakfast bar in this hotel.

“I’m all for hitting Timmy’s or some other place for a breakfast sandwich,” Shannon replied as she rubbed her tummy.

“Yeah, the coffee is the only thing worth getting from here, I think,” I added as I raised my paper cup to finish my small amount of ‘joe’.

“I remember there’s a Tim’s about a half mile from here, back towards the high school,” Sammy said as she pushed back from the small table and slightly grimaced as she stood up. When she saw Shannon and me smile at her discomfort, she pointedly said to me, “Don’t say another thing or I will seriously hurt you.”

“I wasn’t going to say a single thing ... about your distressed bottom,” I chuckled and quickly used Shannon as my shield from Sammy’s playful attack.

“Just so you know, my period started and unlike the rest of me, it’s not a very deity thing,” Sammy said to Shannon as the two girls walked out ahead of Gary and me.

“You driving or am I?” Gary asked as we walked outside into the chilly November morning air.

“We’ve got the Labatt B-mer, so unless you can top that?” I replied with a smile.

“The B-mer it is,” Gary laughed. As we walked up to this killer ride, he then added, “Just don’t think my six-year-old Impala can compete with this beauty,”

Both girls smiled at us as they waited at the two passenger doors of the Labatt BMW. I used the key in the front door and heard the tell-tale click of all four doors opening. Gary, like me, was a perfect gentleman. He opened the door for Sammy and helped her get into the back seat of the car.

“Why thank you, kind Sir,” Sammy replied as she looked up at her grinning new boyfriend.

“You are most welcome, M’lady,” Gary replied as he gently shut the door and walked around with me to the other side of the car.

I couldn’t help but smile at Tim Horton’s when Gary came back to our table with a tray full of food and drinks for him and Sammy. I just knew what Sammy was going to say when she said, “Good Lord! You’re as big a food hound as Cuda, Gary!”

“What? I’ve only got two grilled cheese sandwich combos here for me,” Gary laughed as he handed Sammy her BLT and chocolate dip donut.

“We’re growing boys, Sammy, Shan,” I added before I took my first bite of my first grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches.

When Sammy and Shannon went to the ladies’ room, I smiled at Gary and softly said, “Be prepared for anything, Gary. When Sammy gets with a friend after a night like we both probably had ... watch out.”

“Will she, they really ... you know, talk shop about what happened?” Gary asked between bites of his second sandwich.

“What do you think is taking them so long? It doesn’t take that long for two girls to pee, does it?” I laughed.

“What should I be worried about?”

“Try not to show any real response to what they may say. If Sammy realizes she can’t get a rise out of you, she’ll probably let it die a merciful death, okay?” I replied.

“Yeah, that’s good advice, Mike,” Gary said as he washed his final mouthful of sandwich down with his extra-large coffee.

As I thought, Sammy and Shannon came out with their guns ‘a blazing’ about what happened last night or this morning. Thankfully, our area of Tim’s was vacant, which allowed for some good natured, risqué comments. When Gary gave as good as he got, I winked at him to let him know all was good, as good as I could tell from Sammy’s mannerisms.

We got back to our hotel just as the Medway girls’ bus got back from their breakfast trip. When Cano yelled at us to come over to their hotel, the four of us made the short jaunt over to the Comfort Inn. We greeted the girls, their boyfriends, Coaches Jacket and Rose, and a few parents. Coach Jacket then gave her girls the choice of going to a bowling alley for some relaxing fun or they could stay at the hotel and relax in their rooms. She also invited us to come along with them to the bowling alley.

“I think Zupena and I are gonna stay and relax in our room,” Lynette said in response to Coach’s options. She then winked at me and Shannon and gave a slight nod in the direction of their room.

After Sammy and Gary said they’d love to go bowling with the girls and their boyfriends, I said, “I think Shan and I are gonna hang here till we leave for your game.”

Lynette immediately asked, “Is it alright if Shannon and Mike come up to our room, Coach?”

Coach Jacket looked at me for a moment and then simply said, “Yes, but...” and left the rest of her understood, non-spoken message hanging for us to comprehend.

“We’ll just relax and watch some television, Coach,” Lynette replied.

“Okay,” she replied and then turned to the others and yelled, “Anyone going to bowling ... out to the bus!”

Once we were up in their room, both blonde basketball players moved to the messed up bed and lay down on the hotel’s quilted spread. Shannon and I did likewise on the undisturbed bed. I then winked at Shannon and whispered, “Play along, ‘kay?” After she gave me a slight nod, I asked, “Zupena, this bed is fairly comfortable, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, slept well on bed last couple of nights.”

“Did you or Cano sleep in this bed?” I asked with a smile.

“I, uh, we sleep...” Zupena slightly stammered as she started to blush.

“Stop it, Cuda,” Lynette laughed and rubbed her hand over Zupena’s left upper arm. She then added, “You know darn well that we shared this bed last night.”

“No, no we didn’t realize that,” Shannon tried to fib, but her smile gave her away.

“Yeah, just like you two slept in different beds last night,” Lynette correctly countered.

“The only thing that matters is, did you have a good time together?” I softly asked towards Zupena.

“I, we have great time. Being with Leenette was fun and exciting. I think I may like spending time with beautiful girl, like I love time with you, Mikhail.”

“We had a blast, and that’s kinda why I wanted to come up to the room to get a little more shut-eye. We didn’t get as much sleep as I’m used to getting,” Cano chuckled before she dropped her head back down onto her pillows.

“I guess all four of us could use a few more ‘Zs’, Shannon replied and unsurprisingly yawned at the thought of getting another hour or so of sleep.

“I’ll buzz the front desk and have them ring us when the others get back from bowling,” I said and then picked up the phone to place that afternoon wake-up call.

Lobby, Comfort Inn-University, Guelph, Ontario

12:11pm, Saturday, November 24, 1979

“Sooo, what did you four kiddos do for almost two hours?” Sammy asked with a gleam in her eye.

“Sleep!” all four of us immediately replied with a laugh.

“That was all too well rehearsed,” Janice Hurt quickly countered with her own laugh.

“Is true. We talk for a few minutes and then all take nap on two beds,” Zupena forcefully said, which everyone, including Coach Jacket took for the gospel truth.

“Okay, go clean out your rooms and be back down here at twelve-forty. I’ve got orange slices, apples and bananas as snacks, plus Gatorades or waters to drink. Don’t forget to check the bathroom for any of your personal items because we’re not coming back here after our game!”

“Yes, Coach,” all the girls replied and quickly headed towards the two elevators, except for Lynette and Zupena. They already had their clothes and personal items put up in their bags and small suit cases, which they carried or pulled with them.

As Shannon and I got with Sammy and Gary at the hotel’s exit, Lynette said, “C’mon over here, Zupena and I’ll do your hair while we wait for the others.”

“Later, ladies,” I said as the four of us waved at the two tall and taller blondes.

“If we don’t get a chance to talk with you before your game; good luck!“ Sammy yelled.

“Yeah, you girls will do great!“ Shannon shouted in her higher pitched cheerleader voice as the hotel doors closed behind us.

Once we were walking back to our hotel, Gary teased Shannon by saying, “I thought you would have given them a leg kick or at least some spirit fingers and arm pumps, back there.”

“No, no. I have to be in uniform to really get in the cheerleader spirit,” Shannon laughed.

“Or be naked,” I added with my own laugh.

“Touché, Cuda,” Shannon replied and gave me a small punch to my right upper arm.

“Gawd, don’t tell me I’ve got another ‘smacker’ for a girlfriend?” I faux whined as I rubbed my arm.

“That’s what you get for going out with five strong, vibrant women, Cuda,” Sammy replied and gave my other arm a slightly harder jab.

“But you’re not one of those five, so save your smacks for me,” Gary chuckled as he wrapped a giggling Sammy up in his arms.

“Yeah! What he said!” I once again faux cried as I rubbed my left deltoid muscle.

“I’ll kiss your boo-boos and make them all better,” Shannon added in her best baby-girl like voice.

“Would you? I’d like that,” I quickly added in my own squeaky baby tones.

“Good Lord! What have I gotten myself into?” Gary lamented as Sammy spun out of his grasp to walk alongside him.

All of us just about fell down on the sidewalk with laughter after Shannon surprisingly shouted, “Sammy’s butt!“

When Sammy stopped laughing, she gave Shannon a playful, menacing look, so I shouted, “Run for your life, Shan! Run for your life!“

Sports Complex, University of Guelph, Ontario

2:06pm, Saturday, November 24, 1979

Because the Bronze Medal game just finished in double-overtime with Guelph’s CCVI girls winning by a 76-72 score over Sudbury’s Confederate High, the championship game was now set to start at two-forty-five instead of its original two-o’clock tip-off time. With this extra time, Sammy and I weren’t rushed to get our guitars, keytar and amplifiers ready to go for our pre-game songs.

Even though we knew what we were doing, I loved how Ms. Dillon said, “Make sure you have that Eruption and Chop-Stix riff ready to go when Andi and Giselle lead the girls onto the court, ‘kay, Mike and Sammy?”

“That is definitely a good luck combo for the girls,” Mr. Cromartie quickly added from a couple of rows behind us.

When I flipped the power switch on Silverburst and gave it a fingernail pull along the ‘B’ string, it howled throughout the University’s Sports Complex’s Arena. I then jammed out the chords and rhythms to Skynyrd’s Sweet Home Alabama. Sammy quickly grabbed her 6-string acoustic guitar and joined in with me as we went to town on this classic southern rock guitar song. Both of us were somewhat taken by surprise when Mr. Littleton started to sing the lyrics to our playing.

I immediately motioned for Sammy to turn down the volume on the amp to bring his un-amped vocals to the forefront. Both of us enjoyed playing and providing backing vocals to Janice’s dad’s powerful voice. I loved how Mr. Littleton came up behind me and sang just over my shoulder.

“Rip that guitar, Mikey!” Ms. Dillon called out as I tore into the main guitar solo. Before we got back to the final verse of Sweet Home, we saw Anita Hilstrand, the girls’ student manager come out of the change room and wave over to us. Sammy pointed Anita out to me, in case I didn’t see her. I nodded down to Sammy, and basically brought a stylized end to Mr. Littleton’s debut vocal performance with us. Our redheaded band member quickly swapped out her acoustic guitar for Cano’s fire-engine red keytar, and nodded back at me that she had it all set to play.

With a second wave from Anita, Sammy keyed out the opening drum and bass sequence to our version of Eruption. Anita then opened the door to the Cowboy’s locker room, and Andi and Giselle lead their teammates onto the court as I ripped out my take on Eddie Van Halen’s classic guitar solo. The Guelph CCVI, Sudbury Confederate and Owen Sound West Hills’ fans all went crazy for the combination of the teams’ entrances to the court and our wickedly powerful music.