Back on the Pitch, Part Trois!

I was back on the pitch again after two weeks away. I had to miss the week before due to a knock to the back of my leg in the previous game. It felt great AND...our team won. This is almost as rare an occasion as the BoSox winning the World Series, so it feels good.

My kids have some great one-liners. For instance, when the little one - the one I call ELP, or Evil LIttle Princess - was mad at me, she turned to me and spat out, "mom only married you because she felt sorry for you." That is probably the best putdown I've received in 42 years of putdowns - and it was delivered by a 12-year-old.

Anyhow, I've been a bit injury prone this year. So injury prone, in fact, that the team has a pool on how many games I'll go until an injury hits. The over/under is two games. So I walk in to the house. Not limping. With a smile on my face because we won. The ELP looks at me and without hesitation says, "hey, you finished a game. Nice job!" Thanks, kid!