The great game

Stewart and I were pretty much the heroes of his softball game last night. His team won, of course or we wouldn't be considered heroes, and it was MOSTLY because of us.

My part came at the top of the 7th inning. There were 2 outs, bases were loaded the score was tied and the other team was up to bat. The hitter totally sucked hardcore and barely nicked the ball so it went like a foot in front of the catcher! Well the dork starts to get ready to throw it to 1st! Hello touch home! Which I yelled like 5 times as loud as I could. The catcher barely recovered and tagged home in time and got the out. The team that was waiting for their game were so impressed by me. They told their wives that one of the fans just saved them a run because she was paying attention. Yeah I am pretty awesome!

Stewart's heroic time came in the bottom of the 7th inning. He was 1st to bat and got on 1st. The next guy hit and Stewart made it to 3rd, because of his superior running skills. Then the next guy hit a pop fly and Stewart tagged his base ran to home! He made the winning run!

I also was yelling at the guys to wait for good pitches and not to reach for the ball.. when they listened to me they did good and when they didn't they got out. I asked Stewart if he wanted me to send and e-mail to the team and give them some tips but he said no. Oh well their loss.

*this account is all true except it might not have been the 7th inning that sounded more dramatic. I really was awesome though. The other wives were making fun of me for getting all into it but I was around the other teams wives so that's why they were just jealous that my team was going to win and their husbands were the losers