My daughter's all-star softball team (I'm so proud that she made the team!) won the first game of their tournament. Yesterday's got rained out (Rain in July? Sheesh!)....rescheduled for tomorrow. They beat the toughest team around, which just BLOWS me away!!
We were ahead until the first half of the final inning, and the other team scored five runs. We needed four to tie, but it wasn't looking good. Our two weakest hitters were up first and they were quickly out.
The next hitter gets a double, then steals home when the next girl was up. That girl hits a double, steals third, then the next girl is up and hits a single...then there's an overthrow, so now we have two more runs and a girl on second. Two solid hits later, and a few stolen bases.....and we beat them!!! They called the game when we scored our last run!
I wouldn't have cared if they lost....because my daughter is not all that competitive and she would have been over it pretty quickly, but DAMN. That win felt SO good and I'm SO flipping proud of my daughter (she hit a double and got two RBIs!) and this team.
I started crying when they won!!!
WooHoo!!! I feel like doing this: to random people all night. Which is not good since the kids are gone to my inlaws tonight and we're heading to a friend's birthday party in a few minutes. I am just SO damn happy!
They play tomorrow at 1 p.m. I'm so happy!