Conspiracy Theory

Opposing teams exist for my daughter to hate.  They’re all the Cubs to her, starting with Benedictine University.  As is always the case, there’s history involved.

A lot of it dates to a visit two years ago.  For some reason, the first game started an hour late and then went on for a good long time until we fell to the Eagles by a score of 13-11.  No one was worried about field conditions for the second game because Benedictine has lights, that is, they did until a goose flew into a generator.  Then we jumped ahead 7-0 by the second inning, and all of a sudden the Eagles turned to snails; never did a coach so allow players to dog it.  Naturally, we responded with hyper-hustle and a tendency to swing at anything—and I mean anything—that rolled our way.  Still, we tagged on another two runs; the only thing worse was letting Benedictine score four in the fourth.  Game called in the top of the fifth.  Goodbye two hits for Clare.  Thank you, goose.

Now, fast forward to Tuesday afternoon:  Benedictine calls during practice to postpone Wednesday’s doubleheader on account of expected rain, which just so happened to hold off until early Thursday morning.  What gives?  Clare thinks a five-game winning streak is the reason.  “They’re afraid we might break it.”  I hope she’s right.  It’s good to be feared.