A 10-10 tie to a team we should have beat. It's officially a suspended game, and we'll be finishing it off later in the season, with runners on first and third for us with one out. But we should have won it. We flipflopped leads much of the game, but the opposing team just wasn't that good - we just beat ourselves with errors. However, it looked like we were going to pull off the victory with some late inning heroics again. We scored five in the top of the last inning to take a 10-6 lead. All we needed was three outs, and the momentum seemed with us. But the opposition promptly loaded the bases with nobody out, on two nubbers and a hit batter. The guy who stepped to the plate with the bases juiced was their best player, a kid who played for me two years ago before we lost him to a love of basketball and the basketball coach at the other school. Kendall hit a pitch at his eyes way over the left-fielder's head for a Grand Slam. A tie game. I brought in a reliever, who promptly got three straight outs to send the game into extra innings. Then, it was called because of darkness after we got runners on the corners with one out.
I'm trying to replay the game in my head, to figure out what happened. Nothing is coming at the moment. It was a combination of untimely errors, poorly placed hitting, and bad luck. I hope this is our worst game this year.
A few observations on my life right now:
1. If this team continues with its late inning heroics, I'm going to have a coronary.
2. I can't believe they don't have outhouses at some of these fields. Holding pee for three and a half hours in the bitter cold sucks.
3. Speaking of which, the bitter cold sucks, particularly for baseball. Our schedule this week of games on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday is brutal out there. I only have so much Under Armour.
4. I am doing so much work righ tnow that I need a personal assistant. Heck, I need two. I am a working machine. Every moment, I'm doing something.
5. Except when I'm blogging. That's my breath of the day.
The eyelids are heavy and it's 8:36 pm. I'm going to look past my laptop computer bag and the papers to grade that are bulging out of it, and hit the sack and try to squeeze it in tomorrow. I feel like I'm living life well right now, but I'm worrying about overdoing it in this current whirlpool state. I'm not going to be able to keep up this pace forever, that's for sure.
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