Tournament

I snapped this picture Saturday of my Grandson at bat in a T-Ball tournament (Coaches Pitched). It was over a hundred degrees in Sacramento, but the kids didn’t have much trouble playing in the heat. Us spectators were another story altogether. We sat in the shade under a tree, and it still felt like being slow roasted in an oven. In between the two games, the kids went swimming at a family’s house, while we visitors from another planet (the cool Bay Area) found a restaurant with Air Conditioning. By the end of the second game, the temperature had dropped from Seventh Level of Hell degrees to Sixth Level of Hell degrees. We went back to the Bay, which sported nearly frigid temps in the high sixties.

On Sunday, it cooled off into the low nineties for the kids, and my Grandson’s team won the tournament in their last at bats. Although my wife and I regret not being able to stay over in Sacramento, we had to leave the ‘Furnace’ for at least a day’s recovery before going to work today. :) In this slow period for even rejections, without any newly worded Agent form letters or publisher put downs to report, at least there was joy for the 'Mudville Nine' in the Sacramento Furnace this weekend.