Eight in a row

Last night the GR softball team lost its eighth game in a row. In the top of the first inning, our opponents rang up 11 runs. But we never gave up, and actually tied the ballgame a few innings later. Timely hitting on their part and a few three-up-three-down innings for us resulted in a familiar result.

Because we actually scored more than 10 runs and gave the other team a scare, we didn't feel totally defeated. When Wendy called, I told her that we were going to celebrate at Norm's because we got the equivalent of a black eye instead of a busted jaw.

Is being happy with a decisive loss something to be proud of? Are our downsized expectations okay? The nice thing is that if we can pull off one more victory in the next three games, we'll double our wins for the season. Not only that, but we can still be spoilers in the other teams' trophy hopes. Sounds like a familiar role for a team populated by numerous Gutty Little Bruins (not Sky, a Trojan).