The Last Pour: 2026 Bishops Blend and Barrell Vantage
Author: David From http://www.musingsoverabarrel.com/ • Aug 28th, 2026Category: Blog Entries.Local
Cheers!
Every year I watch the Little League World Series. Every year, during the series, I tell my wife that we should attend the following year. 12 months later, I watch the next LLWS and tell my wife... This has been going on for years, maybe even decades at this point.
I finally broke the cycle. Earlier this year a friend mentioned that he had been selected (again) to umpire at the LLWS. Somebody causing me to think about it before August is what I needed, I guess. I booked a campsite and blocked out the time, so we actually made it this year.
The drive up on Thursday was rough. We were in heavy rain the last several hours. Luckily it was mostly stopped when we arrived at camp. After dinner we played games and went to bed early as I was wiped from the drive.
We planned to get up early on Saturday to bird, but when the alarm went off neither of us was feeling it, so we stayed in bed. We got to the LLWS around 10 AM. We caught the final 3 innings of the Great Lakes vs. Southwest game. Nevada won on a walk off hit in the bottom of the sixth. Also, we were sitting directly behind Jessica Mendoza.
Then after ballpark food for lunch we went to Curacao vs. Japan because my friend who supplied the VIP seats was umpiring the game. Japan is usually a very strong team but they looked totally over matched as 2 Curacao pitchers no hit the Japanese team.
Then we hung out with my friend while watching the Texas - Washington game. Texas was down 1 run in the bottom of the 6th and loaded the bases with nobody out. But two force outs at home and a line out to CF gave the victory to Washington. My friend was umpiring the Pennsylvania vs. NJ game at 7 PM. A huge crowd was expected for that game so we decided to skip it and head back to the camper.
On the way home we stopped at a Sheetz for gas and as I pulled into the gas pump I looked to my right and a couple of gas pumps over I saw a horse. After asking out loud what the hell a horse was doing at a gas pump we saw it was pulling a Amish or Mennonite family in a buggy and they had just filled up a bunch of plastic gas jugs.
On Saturday morning we visited downtown Williamsport, which was mostly dead. We did find the famous public art installation featured kids playing baseball while Cy Young, Jackie Robinson, and George W Bush.
Yes you read that right. No I can't explain it. I'll assume a large charitable donation was involved as W is a big time baseball fan.
We also visited the site of the original Little League, where the whole thing started.
Our first game of the day was noted baseball powerhouses Canada vs. Australia. AUS looked over matched at the start but the game stuck at 1-0 until late when Canada added some insurance to win 4-0. That was a losers bracket game so the tournament is over for AUS.
Our second game was New England vs Great Lakes, MA vs OH. It was a blowout with Great Lakes winning 10-0 in 4 innings when the mercy rule was invoked. Although it was the least competitive game we saw all weekend, it was the one that most looked like my Little League experience. I was on the losing end of a lot of mercy rule blowouts.
After that we went out for dinner with the friend umpiring the World Series. We had a fabulous seafood dinner at a riverside restaurant right on the Susquehanna River. We had to drive back to the campground after dark, mostly via two lane, hilly and curvy roads with 6 foot high corn growing right up the shoulder. It was very scenic in the AM, it was a little nerve-wracking in the dark. It started to rain just as we pulled into the campsite and then we got several hours (at least) of a serious thunderstorm with very heavy rain. It was still going strong at about 12:15AM when I put my book down and went to sleep.
On the way out this morning we passed a guy riding a horse down PA 192. Then at the nearest gas station where I stopped to top off the tank and get coffee I had to prepay for my gas and their pumps didn't have credit card readers. They did make a decent cup of gas station coffee though.
I will say that having the VIP seating behind home plate made this a very different experience than the general public. We had better seats than the parents. The General public was lining up at 12PM for the 3 PM game, and staking out spots on the hill behind the outfield before that. We mozied in 30 minutes before game time and had our pick of premium seats under the grandstand right behind home plate.
Some other thoughts from the weekend.
There are no kids named Bob, Tom, Mike, or Chris playing baseball. It's all Finn, Zach, Dylan, Caiden, Boone, Xander, etc. Those are all real examples from one team.
Japanese parents bring it as a cheering section. I don't speak Japanese, but it sounded like they had a custom cheer for each kid, ala EPL football supporters.
It's a weird mix of baseball in its purest form (kids in Little League) and the crass commercialism that comes with ESPN broadcasting every game.
The skill level, both physical and mental, displayed by these 10-13 year old kids is astounding. Over and over again they made the made difficult plays look easy, and even more impressively in some ways, they made MLB quality decisions in the heat of the moment. I realize a lot of that is year round coaching and playing, baseball camps, travel teams, private hitting and pitching coaches, etc. But still, even with all of that you'd expect an 11-year to blow it way more often than these kids do.
Based on the teams I saw play, Curacao looks like the Intl champion, and they look capable of taking down the US team.
Reading of his [Pius X] defense of cigars as not being a vice, I was reminded of a story that a cigar smoking priest of the Diocese of Tulsa, who is now in training for the Vatican diplomatic corps, told me. When he was a seminarian in Rome, he learned that Pius X, who was the pope from 1903 to 1914, called a bishop onto the carpet to reprimand him for his scandalous misbehavior with wine, women and song, and to correct his wrongs patiently.The pope offered the errant bishop a cigar from the papal humidor on his desk. The bishop declined the offer with the protestation, “I do not have that vice, Your Holiness,” to which His Holiness replied, “If cigars were a vice, I would not offer you one, for you have quite enough vices already.”
How it started 35 years ago

How it's going

My best bird photo from this morning is a dragonfly (Eastern Pondhawk, I think).

Least Sandpiper

Green Heron

Red-headed Woodpecker. It's a juvenile, so its head is not actually red yet.

My brothers, until today we have fought in defense of our country, to save our lives, and for our lords; now it is time that we fight to save our souls for our Lord, so that having died on the cross for us, it is good that we should die for him, standing firm and constant in the faith, and with this earthly death we shall win eternal life and the glory of martyrs.