Our games are in
Clermont, Florida, about a half-hour west of Orlando. It’s a gently rolling landscape home to
lizards that look to be midget-sized cousins to chameleons.
So far, none of them has run onto the field to interrupt a game.
The weather, you
ask, especially all you Midwesterners?
Well, it’s jeans in the morning and shorts in the afternoon. After one day, I’m already a little burnt,
but I’ll live. This is a much better red
than from windburn.
Into every life
some rain must fall, which is to say we dropped both games by scores of 4-2 and
12-5. But we’re missing two starters,
and Clare went 3for 8 with a double, a triple and 3 rbi’s. At least those are stats that could keep me
singin’ in the rain.
Let it be known
the first person I rode this season was not an ump but one of the opposing
coaches. Her team is up by seven runs,
and she’s having players steal bases and try to squeeze home a run. When one of her players lined out to our pitcher, the
coach shouted, “Good swing!” to which I added, “Better catch!”
You don’t run up the
score on Bluejays.
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