Baseball in the rain

Monday morning after the Oscars....no surprises except Seth McFarlane...I kind of liked his humor. I could have done without the song about a woman's anatomy, but on the whole...he was funny.

OK, on to the weekend of baseball.....The team traveled to Virginia without us. With the bad weather, inability to get a hotel room close to the school, and Buddy's lack of play time, dad felt that we should stay home and let him navigate this road trip on his own. And he did....

Here is the way it went. The team lost. It lost big...not little...big...finally during the first game of Sunday's double header, the big leftie was tossed into the lion's den after the opposing team devoured the first 7 pitchers. I am sure in the coaches mind, they figured: "Hey, throw him in the game now. It can't get any worse." And so they did. Tink and I had watched the game progress on the computer screen for two hours as each pitcher was crushed. Then they changed pitchers and the big kid ran in. Screaming......we watched the fist pitch....strike! strike! Ball...Ball...ground out to shortstop....Next batter...ball...ball.. strike...strike...strike! Strike out! The last batter popped up to the outfield. Three up...three down...game over....team lost...Buddy, in his mind, won....

OK, so then what? The next game was also a blow out. I will write about that tomorrow. Too much to do today....In the bits and pieces of texting that I received after the game...the kid threw an all time high 88 mph...that's right...88...that's fast...And so, although he has miles to go before he is truly 100%, life is good...the flowers smell more fragrant....the sky is bluer....and the kid is happier....on to Texas!