We are the champions!

That's right! Our softball team won the league championship tonight. We had to play two games tonight and the final game was a blow out. I feels great, but I'm beat. Time to crash.

Update: Okay, the details. The final night of the summer season has the final four teams playing. The winners from the first two games play each other for the championship. We started about 40 minutes late because the refs forgot the bases back "at the office." The first game was very, very close, and we ended up winning in the bottom of the 7th inning. It was probably my best pitching performance of the season. We had the usual rules argument about how many women had to be playing. We knew the rules, the ref knew the rules, the other guys didn't. Advantage us.

The next game didn't start out that well. The team we just beat was hanging around and cheering for the team we had just beat. They were being pretty vocal too. The first guy up to bat called time just when I was about to pitch, dropped his bat, and did a flat footed back-flip. That got them pretty fired up. He promptly hit a single. They crowd went wild. I got out of the inning only giving up one run, I think. We came up and scored two runs. We held them and then came up and scored four more runs. It was cruise control from then one. The final score was 14-3. It was nice to have a blow out for the last game.