So you may be wondering what happened with the summer baseball tournament. Having read the title of this post, you’ve probably guessed already that my husband’s team…lost. I was there for their first game of the tournament, sweating beneath my black parasol in the 30 degree Centrigrade heat. There were a lot of exciting plays including a homerun by one of Kita High School’s hitters in the first inning, a couple of guys tagged out when they stepped off third base. I thought they played their hearts out. At the bottom of the ninth, the score was tied 7-7. The other team was up at bat with two outs, and a runner on third. I had to leave at that point to pick up Lilia from school. I heard later that the game went on for two more innings. According to the newspaper, my husband consoled his crying players. I’m not sure which is worse – to lose in the very first game, knowing that you have a strong team, or the very last game (like last summer). The next day, he got an anonymous phone call at work. Some guy ( a father?) called up and said, in a menacing voice, “I saw that game.” So is our house going to get TPed or something over high school baseball???