That we won.
That we beat a team that earlier in the season mercy-ruled us, 13-1.
That the fact that we were mercy-ruled in March against them and beat them in May means I've done something right as a coach.
That it was a great game.
That we've now advanced to the 2nd round of the playoffs.
That we came all the way from the city, that we were the severe underdogs, that we were playing on a well-manicured field that obviously has a decent baseball budget, that we beat a county team, that I overheard one of their players say, "I can't believe we're losing to these guys!"
The victory turned into a crisis of conscience when it meant we have the second round of the playoffs tomorrow, when I'm scheduled to give my final presentation for graduate school. I had not expected it to interfere with playoffs, but because of the rainouts, it is. I called my professor and left here a heart-wrenching message, right from the field. She called me back, saying she could adjust, that she has another class I can present to. That's so nice.
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