Sunday...

What a cloudy morning. It was grey and miserable outside my window, but since it was a ball morning, I was still in t-shirt and shorts. That shouldn't be too surprising to my counterparts in England... I was in t-shirts and shorts in February. It was +8 outside, so I felt compelled to do that sort of thing. That's not cold at all.

When I walked outside, I could see Ron and Suzanne's van still there and open to be packed up. They still had my ball bag in there, so I headed over and got a ride from them. I would have headed there early, but I didn't quite feel like the walk that morning.

It was pretty cool outside and it had the presence of rain in the forecast, but I was still hopeful that it would keep off until we were done or close to.

Unfortunately, we weren't that lucky. Once the first pitch was thrown, the sky begun to spit down on us and our game sort of worked against us. It was a far cry from our team's performance the day before. The pitching wasn't there, the hitting wasn't there and the fielding wasn't too great. The other team actually had quite a few good athletes on their team and they were hitting it to our poorest players, which was good for them. Bad for us. Well, we got stomped in the end, 22-8. I also had a bad game hitting, 1 for 3 and made a running mistake in the last inning. Ah well... we had pretty much lost by then, so I don't feel terrible about the mistake. So, that was it... we were out of the tournament. I think the team still made $50 for finishing on Sunday... so that's cool.

Yeah, so that was sort of disappointing to be out of the tournament like that, but there was other stuff to do. Dad and Ron had committed themselves to throwing horseshoes in that small tournament on the Sunday. That got started around noon. There was a pretty good turn-out for that tournament and in the end Cory and I put a team in, since they were in need to fill out the table.

Dad and Ron, the two ringers of the neighbourhood didn't do so well. They lost all three of their games to be bounced from the tournament. Cory and I won at least one game... ha! It was a pretty good time... managed a beer or two in there as well. Very necessary as my throwing was quite crappy through the day. I just couldn't remember how to grip the shoes before I threw them. We all pretty much sucked enough to not win anything, so all was pretty much equal in the end. We all ended up with Molson Canadian t-shirts as well... the ball team also got one for playing in that tournament as well. Yay... 2 for me!

After the horseshoe debacle, we sat and watched the A-flight final. Dallas and Kirby were playing in that game, which turned out to be pretty good. Dad and I grabbed beers from the back of the car and sat on the bleachers enjoying the newly broken sun with a few of the teammates.

Then back to the beer gardens for another couple and then off home. Dinner and another couple beers there. Ron and Suzanne wanted to throw some more shoes since it turned nice out, but those games didn't last too long and then we all retired back to our quarters to finish the weekend.

That's about it... I suppose. My fair share of writing looks to be done, since I missed out all weekend. And now I feel much better about myself.

Now to await the phone to ring. I might post again later... you know, since the hockey news will start to pour in. I'm sure I'll have to chime in with something soon.