Win Or Go Home

I'd be better suited to post if I wasn't in such a dither over the impending events of this evening. As I mentioned before, "Daughter" is playing softball again this year. Her team has been together for two years and has been dominating the league. Tonight it's playoff time

In reality, the playoffs started Friday night. In a move unrivaled in it's stupidity, the seeds for the playoffs were drawn before the season even started, thus rendering a teams regular season record moot. I mention this because "Daughter's" team only lost one game and won many by such a wide margin that decorum prevents me from disclosing said margin. (10-15 runs. Screw decorum, the girls dominated.) The team got by a lot on good pitching, and if I may say so, a tireless human backstop, who will one day have the most devastatingly accurate pick off cannon to ever grace the fairer sex. "The Gray Team" as "Daughter's" team is imaginatively referred to, won handily Friday night, and moved on to the second game Saturday.

"The Pink Team" was, and I say "was" to tip you to the outcome, coached by a loud, shrill woman who earlier in the season had chickened out on playing "Daughter's" squad a second time after being roundly spanked during their first meeting. That night she blamed the weather, Saturday she had nothing to blame except the monster skills of the gray gladiators. The only downside to the second round victory came in the form of a vocal father that had to put himself into exile and watch the game from a distance so as not to put any more pressure on his daughter. Man, if that guy wasn't such a funny, entertaining and handsome so-and-so, I'd have called him a jerk. Thankfully he learned his lesson and has promised to be more subdued...again. I hope I, I mean he, keeps quiet. Actually, I have it on good authority that he's missing the game tonight because of a radio station appearance.

If the girls win tonight, they play for the league championship Friday night. It would be exciting for the obvious reasons, but also because the girls would get to play "under the lights" in a prime time match-up. I'm trying to get "Daughter" to forget about Friday and focus on tonight, but I don't know if it's doing any good. taking a lesson from Saturday, (well from that other guy
I'm trying not to say too much. I just reminded her that tonight is an important game and that it's important that everyone on the team plays as hard as they can. I don't know if I'm getting through, but whatever happens, it was a good season. I'm going to be monitoring the game via cell phone and if need be, I'll have "Wife" put me on speaker so i can yell some instructions. Wait, that's completely the wrong attitude. I better get fitted for a muzzle in case I'm under the lights too. Batter up! Later...Brian