The Teenager was working the chains on the sidelines and she got quite an earful from the coach, who, was clearly operating under the misguided assumption that our JV would be easy prey. Poor man.
I got a chance to take pictures of four of my favorite boys in the world, and, the rainstorm that blanketed the area prior to the game was kind enough to blow over before the team was completely soaked.
It was a win for all of us, no matter how you look at it.
To be clear, though, the final score indicated more of a massacre than a win.
I'm just saying.