My God fearing grandfather always said, "My Word" rather than "My God". Tonight was one of those nights. Boy12 pitched in the town's Little League Championship game. We were tied with the number one team (whom we lost to three times and tied once during regular season) with two outs left in the bottom of the 6th. They were home team and my boy was on his last batter, having used his 85 pitches for the week when the game was called for visible lightning. The other coach wanted to call it a tie, but Boy12 and their starting pitcher who was also out of pitches, both wanted to finish it Monday evening, so Pat advocated to finish the game Monday. Our team has nothing to lose, only a huge possible victory to win. It could go to extra innings if they don't score. They had no one on base but two outs left. We have our number two pitcher available on Monday, but so do they. Should be a good finish.
Our local summer festival "Heritage Days" has been rained out for the second night in a row. I feel bad for the vendors and performers. Usually this is a big event with really hot weather and excellent sales. Last night a storm rolled in about 8 p.m. and shut the place down. At 2 a.m. (?) another really violent storm came in and lasted about 2 hours. It was louder than Hades, and carried lots of rain, which we sorely needed.
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