This morning I woke up around 8 and walked around looking for Breanne. She showed up about 30 minutes later, having gone for a walk to the beach with her dad, Tim. Popped online and discovered that the softball game at 10:30 had been cancelled and so I called Jesse for the scoop. He told me in so many words that the league commissioner made his decision to cancel the morning games at 6am, when it was pouring. Well, by 10:30, game time, the weather was beautiful and we definitely could have played, but cest la vie, the game was off so we went out the breakfast at Becky's diner in Portland.
We met Breanne's sister Andrea and ate on the porch upstairs. I didn't even realize there was an upstairs before this morning. When the waiter came to take our order, I changed my mind at the less second and ordered french toast. Usually when I change my mind extemporaneously at restaurants it results in a terrible meal, as I order something I absolutely hate. Well this time I lucked out as the french toast was great. It was one of the best breakfasts I've ever had in a restaurant. They make great f-toast.
We drove back to OOB, I watched the rest of "The Man Who Knew Too Little," which was surprisingly funny after the poor review Jesse gave it, and sat out in the sun. Around 2:40 I took off for Biddeford on my bike to go to the ball field. What was supposed to be the second game of our double header was at 3:30 at Rotary Park. Breanne wasn't feeling good so she opted out of the bike ride and met me there a little before game time.
The game was an interesting one. Neither team scored until the 4th inning when Ball Busters scored two runs on a botched play in the field. We answered with three runs of our own in the bottom of the fourth. After grounding into a force out in my first at bat, I hit a hard grounder to third that the third baseman bobbled. It should have been another force out but every one was safe so in our generous scoring system it went as a single. With the bases loaded and two outs, Heath hit a high fly ball to right field. I was running on contact as there were two outs and the right field ended up bobbling the ball. I scored from first, and Heath stopped at third or second with a bases clearing hit.
In the sixth I came up again with two runners on. I hit a shallow pop over the second baseman's head, a real cheap hit, the ended up finding grass between him and the outfielders. I noticed nobody was covering second base so I took off for second. The pitcher and second baseman noticed, hurried a play, but I eluded the tag and slid face first and hugged the bag. While I was doing this, Melissa took off for home and the pitcher rushed a bad throw to the catcher that ended up getting by her. Joe sprinted home from 3rd and I took third base. So, again, generous scoring gives me a triple on the play (though with a good fielding team I would have gone 0-3 rather than 2-3). I was just lucky.
Going into the top of the 7th (which is the equivalent of the ninth in rec. softball) we were leading 10-5, so we had to hold them. We gave up a soft single, then Dan struck out a girl, then I made a running catch in the outfield. I got a good jump on the ball and ran back and to my left to catch it, which is the easiest way to catch a fly ball if you're a lefty. Dan got another girl to go down swinging, inexplicably, and we won the game. So that's back to back 10-5 wins. It was too bad we didn't get both games in, but Ball Busters was the better of the two teams so it was an important victory. Here's a picture of the catch. I'm the one running with my arm up in the air.
I rode my bike home and Jesse came over for burritos. Breanne made a delicious meal. The burritos had corn, sweet potato, tomatoes, rice, and lots of herbs and spices and a pepper from our garden.
Jesse and I played a game of scrabble later on. It was a standard game until near the end I spotted the word PENISES on my tray. Probably the coolest bingo I've ever had. Here's a picture of it.
Tomorrow we're doing the Donruss/Score fantasy baseball draft. That should be fun. I'll blog about it.
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