1 Down, 17 to go

Okay, Game 1...start of a new season...team ready to go...trucking along at full speed...

And the wheels come of...again!

I've come to the conclusion that we're like a stock car that blows an engine on the last lap after leading the whole way. In the first game We played 6 nearly perfect innings of softball. Unfortunately, there were 7 innings to the game. I really want to say it's okay, because we had fun and it's only the first night. But it's so frustrating to blow a 5 run lead in the last inning, only to come up a run short, especially when we played such a good game up to that point. It brought back a whole lot of memories...and stomach ulcers...of last season.

Game 2? Well, we never got going and, I suspect, we were letting the frustration of the first game eat as us a little too much. This is not to downplay the fact that our opponent played a great game in Game 2. They beat us soundly. But not nearly as soundly as we beat ourselves in Game 1.

It was only the first night, and there's a lot of softball to be played. A discouraging evening, to be sure, but I'm confident we'll turn it around and shake the monkey off our back tomorrow night!

And if we can't shake it off, I'm bringing a crowbar and some dynamite. That should do the trick!