Today was Mo’s softball tournament. It was a double elimination tournament and the team hasn’t been clicking, so I suspected they would go out in two games.
37 games later, they were still playing in the 105 degree heat. Mo is a Seattle girl. It was not pretty. But she did great.
My favorite moment: Mo bats leadoff. Though she is relatively speedy, too many years of putting up with my 12-minute mile pace has taken some of the speed out of her legs.
The guy who bats No. 2, on the other hand, is a rocket. He’s 25 or so and a pure sprinter. So when an extra-base hit sends them around the bases at the same time, I always fear she is going to get cleats in the back. I give you Exhibit A from today’s game:
Close, but she survived and the team played way above their heads, losing only after playing back-to-back-to-back death matches. I was getting heat stroke sitting in the shade, so they have my admiration. Or pity.
Afterward, beer was in order. Now that I’ve discovered Corona is on my OK list for gluten-free beer, I find myself indulging from time to time. But it’s sort of pricey (we ARE 20 miles or so from the Mexico border after all, so there’s a lot of expense in bringing it over) so I don’t buy it often.
But, as if in reward for my day of sweaty spectating, there it was today on a SMOKING sale. I don’t know how they’re able to mark it down like this, but I wasn’t asking questions. I snatched it and ran.
God bless a bargain.
With savings like this, I can give someone my two cents’ worth.
Or maybe get the No. 2 guy drunk so he won’t run over Mo …