Tuesday, July 29, 2008

whilst dreams of vacations danced in my head...

It's 11:30 pm. The game is in the 9th inning. It will probably be over by the end of this post.

The first inning was perfect. After that everything went down hill. It was painful. My husband was pitching and I could feel his pain as the opposing team scored 7 runs. I heard myself meditating quiet cheers for each player as they stepped up to bat.

In the bottom of the eighth we finally got our chance. With bases loaded and two outs JK (my hero) got a grand slam, but only after I whispered silently to myself, "if anyone can do it you can - hit that ball with every fiber of your being"...

We scored 9 runs in the 8th inning to win 10-7.


I guess the cheers really work, eh?

Keep 'em coming.
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