An abbreviated attempt at a game was pursued on Sunday. I showed up sometime after first pitch with the two lil' guys in tow, mostly to get out of the Missus' hair for a few hours and cuz the boys love playing on the old batting cage structure at Sundberg.
Unfortunately, the skies grew darker the closer we got to SF, and by the time we reached the field it was lightly misting. The mist turned into a fine rain, lightened for a second, then got steadily heavier and heavier. We lasted about an hour, I threw batting practice to the kids for a bit, and then called it a day. No sooner had we gotten into the car then the skies opened up and a real downpour descended on the game, which I figure probably stopped it for good.
I can't tell you anything about what happened, other than Greg was back from Peru, and was pitching which means his knee can't be that bad, or he has taken the traditional MBC play-through-the-pain route. Either way, it was good to see him.
Tony was ready to pack it in as soon as the rain started, but was shouted down. He then had to make a play on a ground ball that threw up a rooster tail of water as it headed towards him, and then when he threw it to first, it looked more like a shot put.
It was a great showing for a questionable day, all the usual suspects were out. Too bad it wasn't a full game.
We drove home, and the rain stopped just as we pulled in to the driveway. I guess the wind and the storm must have been stronger than I realized, as I found our EZ Up had blown up and over the safety fence and was upside down at the bottom of the pool. I donned a mask and spent ten minutes in the semi-frigid water, detaching the canopy and pulling the structure to the side so that we could haul it out. Not how I pictured the day coming to an end.
Let's hope for a nice Sunday to make up for it!
S. Paige
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