But I still would have missed capturing Jordan’s single-handed double play which caught me by such surprise, surrounded by parents and two teams of kids, I yelled at Q: holy shit, Jordan just turned a double-play!
Holy shit, did I say holy shit out loud? No one heard me but Q. I was kinda behind the bleachers watching the game from a sidewalk because I’d also forgotten the baby stroller, and I was trying to walk Ehren to sleep on my shoulder.
The play: she caught a pop-up at the pitcher’s mound, then hustled to home plate, beating the runner who’d failed to tag third before heading home. This team is the most competitive one fielded by the coaches since we joined the league four years ago. The first year, we got smoked by this team from El Paso whose pitcher’s only disability was his three-and-a-half foot height. That guy, to put it mildly, was demoralizing. I think he had six no-hitters by the time the team bus pulled away.
Family picnic tomorrow. I’d better go toss my camera in the car before I forget.
Whoo to the hoo! Way to go JORDAN!
.-= Tex In The City is dying for you to read Making Like Wilson Philips and Holding On For One More Day =-.
Jordan would thank you herself if it didn’t take me two hours to get home every night. Can’t let her surf the Web unattended. Anymore.
OMG! Wasn’t that an awesome moment?! I can’t remember many DP’s in my softball playing years. I am so happy for Jordan! A red-letter day.
.-= Christine is dying for you to read I call Bullshit on the Offense =-.
We are all still excited, thanks! Another game on Saturday. She’s already talking about it.
That is fabulous. Tell her I say congratulations!
.-= Voix is dying for you to read Ten life lessons from improv =-.
I told her!
JORDAN ROCKS!
She does, even if this post is nearly a year old. Haha. I’m updating my blog to align with my current template, and WordPress is auto-tweeting them. Thanks for clicking through!