That was the final score of yesterday's Canada-US game in the World Baseball Classic: Canada 8, US 6.
Adam Stern, my new favourite player, hit an inside-the-park home run. I mean, come on, the man's a Red Sox, he's Jewish, and he's Canadian! What's not to love? Stern also hit a triple and a single, plating half of Canada's runs - while batting ninth.
The score was actually much more lopsided in Canada's favour, until Jason Varitek, also of crimson hose fame, hit a grand slam.
We watched a couple of innings before our first meeting with our new dogwalker. It was the first baseball I've seen this year, and it got me really psyched.
We've found a dogwalking service in our area, for those occasions when neither of us can be home. It was a bit surreal for us - in that it was normal. For so many years, because of Buster's many special needs, employing a new dogwalker was a long, expensive and somewhat stressful process. We had an elaborate method, learned from a professional trainer, of acclimating him to a new person. And in turn, that person had to learn how to walk a dog like B. That is, a dog that wanted to kill every dog he saw. Plus there was all his medication, his special food... We always managed to make it work, but it was quite a production.
Now it's: here's Cody, here's her food, here's a key, see you later. Any trustworthy, reliable person who likes dogs can walk her. Life is easier without B. But god do I miss him.