Wally Cup Lore

Readers of the weekly Wally Cup digests will surely recall a November 4th publication which was deftly titled November 4th Article and penned by the GM of Mark's Mafia. This humours tome outlines the torrid tale of Wally Cup mayhem that played out at the wedding of the GM of Todd's Hitmen. We now take this opportunity to tell the tale in pictures.

The story starts on the morning of Todd's wedding with the 'game day breakfast', which of course included an appearance Lord Wally's cup.

Big Sexy admires Big Sexy - who's walking who?

We fast forward to the wedding location, of fitting Victorian origins, in Toronto's Distillery District. The initial placement of the cup is highlighted in this image below - anybody who's versed in the ways and whims of Occupational Health and Safety may feel their Spider Senses tingling at the sight of this image. But Wally Cup GM's have no fear.

"This should be safe - gravity's not that strong! Let's grab a beer..."

With the Wally Cup successfully installed in the wedding location we pick up our heroes, here pictured the GM's of Todd's Hitmen and Cross's Sisters, preparing for the events of the big day. These would of course include moments of hilarity and tears, but first the business of the cup.

Pre-game hops as we prepare to get our dunks in

Pictured below is the Commissioner of the Wally Cup, just moments after this day's "Houston, we have a problem" scene, reminiscent of the Apollo 13 mission. Just before this picture was taken the man of the day reported to the group that he, "didn't want to alarm us, but the Wally Cup is missing".

The rest, as they say, is history and here is the first exclusive picture to prove it. The Wally Cup had taken its plunge - the favourite act of the day - and has the battle scars to show. Many who were present on the day believe that proof was shown that if a Wally Cup falls in an old Victorian warehouse, and no body's there to hear it, it does not make a noise. However there is strong evidence to suggest that the Wally Cup screamed, "I'm going to Sydney...!!!" as it plunged towards its eventual destination.

On what turned out to be the Wally Cup's "Night of Nights", hilarity ensued and Wally Cup GM's - past and present - pounded the drinks and cut some hard core tile.

Two guys who've never won the Wally Cup

A real triumph in the art of self portrait taking

MC Mafia - the day before the day

The Sister's GM, Warming it up with the I-Guy (left)

The GM of the Indians shows his true colours

(Not at all related to the the night in question...)

The Wally Cup's First Champion carves it up

And with this, your faithful correspondent will close the photographic tale of the Wally Cup's great tumble. But not before noting that the final picture on your correspondent's camera is one which is truly worth 1000 words. Perhaps this was an effort to entice the original Wild Bor back to the Wally Cup? Or perhaps an effort to ensure that public opinion on the Wally Cup's tumble did not spiral out of control? Perhaps we'll never know, and for sure wonders will never cease.

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