For all the talk, it was just a small group of stalwarts who made their way up to Attitash this weekend to round off the Spring season. Many names had been thrown out during the week about who was going to attend, but in the end it was just the usual suspects.

Alright, enough about the wasters, once again Portland found themselves drawn against Mystic River in the opening game. On paper this pits the top two sides against each other, and it was the Boston side that had the upper hand. Portland showed up initially with only 14 players, many of whom were carrying injuries from earlier in the Spring. After borrowing a player from Old Gold we took the field against a young and motivated Mystic side.

The Portland side hung with Mystics throughout the first half, and the 3-7 scoreline at the break was a fair reflection of the run of play. The second half was not so close however, as cracks were exposed and Mystics were able to run in 3 or 4 tries. In the process Portland picked up a couple of new injuries, lost their sub back to Old Gold, and lost another player to family commitments for the afternoon.

Things did not look good for our second scheduled game against Team Frankenstein, but fortunately they were even flakier than us, and showed up with only a handful of players. That means a forfeit, and a welcome let off for us. Naturally all we wanted to do was celebrate our good fortune, and then celebrate some more.

Much of the rest of the afternoon was spent celebrating, as was the evening, and long in to the night. By this time we knew we were drawn against our old favorites, Old Gold, for the third place playoff, so nobody was going to loose any sleep over that.

The morning dawned clear and bright, and after some burned eggs for breakfast, the reinforcements that met us at the ground that morning were a welcome sight. Fred, John and Jerry McQ had made it back from the day before, and Diesel and Tim McMahon added some welcome strength to our pack.

With all of this extra talent on board Old Gold never really stood much of a chance (do they ever?), and they were rolled pretty convincingly. Not sure how many we scored, but I know they didn't score any, and third place was comfortably ours.

That about wraps it up. Mystics beat up on Charles River for the final the day before, and it looks like North Shore won something for probably yelling the most.

Check out this sight for pictures of our game against Mystics and possible the one against Old Gold soon.