The boys lost last night’s game by a mere two points following a nail-biter of a third inning. The game was seriously neck-and-neck from the first pitch and it certainly is more fun to watch a game like that than it is to watch a massacre.
The loss brings our record thus far to 3-3 which ain’t too shabby considering the pummeling that we took the first game.
Speaking of pummeling, the concession stand that was supposed to be delivered to our field never did make it and thus, we have had no concessions. No neon-orange nacho cheese to stir, no hotdogs to boil, no chocolate to watch melt in the (recent, and thank GOD) heat. All of which has absolutely nothing to do with pummeling but, yeah, I couldn’t come up with a clever segue between subjects; sue me.
The point is; I have been spared the job of Concession Stand Nazi for the season.
Unless, of course, the stand magically appears at our next home game at which time there very well may be a pummeling.
I’ll keep you informed.