Rats!

We tied tonight again 0-0. My effort was there. I got tagged out at home with 2 outs in the top of 5. I was on 2nd and was on my horse as the ball was kicked to right field. I rounded third and heard everyone say, "get down get down!!!". I got down, and slid and looked at the ump and a safe signal was called. "Awesome," I thought. Then some other ump (there were about 5 of them dicking off behind home-plate not even paying attention to the game) called me out. So I was called out. Well that sucks. I ran hard, but I guess came up short. I ran 3 miles tonight because it was nice out. Tyler told me I should save the energy. I didn't listen and it might have cost us the game.

Can I add that the team we played were a bunch of whiny germs? They complained for everything. I hate complainers. It is kickball you dolts. Why are you complaining over stupid shit. Go play softball if you want to bitch about shit not going your way.

I went to the muni with Tyler tonight. He was a little drunk (read: alot). We played shuffle board and then walked home. I can get used to that walk home from there. Wayzata is so peaceful. We stopped at the graveyard by my house. A lot of the gravestones are from 1860's-1940's. Wow. That was a nice reminder of how easy we have it. Imagine a Minnesota winter with no electricity, plumbing, or fridge. Wow.

I still think we will win it all this year. Call me crazy. I always think we are going to win (any team I am on I think is going to win. Maybe it is a sickness. Maybe it is selfishness).

We got this.

I got Cali soon though.