The day started early, Joshua's game at 10; Zachary's at 12.
Joshua's team was coming off of a huge victory, they beat the best team, and were tied for first. Not after today, they played a team with only 1 victory and they got whumped. It was ugly on their side, the other team played a great game. A bad day for the kids.
Zachary's team jumped to a 3-0 lead, but were losing 7-3 going into the last inning. They scored one run, then loaded the bases, and up comes you know who . . . Zachary.
It's a parent's dream and nightmare. The first pitch was a called strike, it hit the dirt, no way it was a strike, but I'm a bias and objective (!) dad. Then a ball, then a foul ball. Okay kid, you've got your timing down, just hit the ball, anywhere, don't whiff. The pitch comes and Zachary launches a fly ball to left that goes for a triple. The game is tied. What a moment for the kid. He got stranded at third, and he was furious to the point of tears that he did not score. Twice he made it to third but did not score. He was angrier about not scoring than tying the game.
Anyway, the other team scored one run in the bottom of the last inning to win.