It is bittersweet. Bitter because the game that eliminated us was certainly winnable (is too a word!) and thus ended the (LONG) season. Sweet because now we're only focused on ONE sport--football. A sport that Hubby is merely assistant-coaching, not head-coaching. (It will be nice to have my husband back.)
So after winning the Western Mass State Tournament (during our Cape vacation), we lost in the quarterfinals of the Cal Ripken U9 Regionals in Bethel, CT. The entire long weekend was a family affair, as Middle, Baby, my parents and Hubby's parents were all there to support the team:
Their love for baseball concession stands knows no bounds...
My Facebook posts pretty much summarize our entire journey:
Saturday vs. Exeter, NH:
Losing 6-0 against Exeter, NH. Not lookin' good!
Game over. Mercy rule. We lost 12-2 & play tomorrow @ 12:30.
Sunday vs. Maine:
5-5, bottom of fifth! We are up...
RALLY!!!! 8-5 us! Top of sixth now--just need 3 outs to win! Gotta hold 'em!
We won!!! 8-5. Came back from a 5-1 deficit! Next game is tomorrow at 8pm--crazy!
Outback Steakhouse, here we come!
Sarah vs. Stress (stress wins):
I am cranky and tired and sick of baseball. But hey, goooo us! (We play Plymouth, MA, the Eastern Mass state champs at 8pm tonight...)
Monday vs. Plymouth:
Good game! Tied 3-3 after one.
Losing 5-4 top of third--we are visitors.
After a bad third, we are now losing 8-6.
Top of 5, down 6-10.
Down 8-10 bottom fifth.
Eldest on the mound
This is it. Top of sixth, down 8-12.
Heartbreaker. Lost 10-12. [Eldest] drove in 2 runs with 2 outs & then got thrown out at third.
Game over. Season over.
The tears. You would not believe the tears coming out of all those little boys. I couldn't bring myself to snap any pictures. Poor little buddies.
But it was certainly a great run, with memories to last a lifetime.
And I couldn't be prouder. Of both my boys.
The evening concluded with a poignant Father-Son talk about Winning, Losing and Life.