We grabbed a quick 10 mile ride on the Millennium Trail before Steve's double header. Both of us neglected to take our cameras, and of course, we regretted it. If you read these posts, you may recall I've been lamenting that our resident pair of sand hill cranes had not returned this year. Well today we saw them browsing in a newly-mown section of prairie grass, and then around a bend and past some trees, and there appeared another pair calmly eating. And we had no cameras! And I didn't even have my iPhone camera, because it was back home by my computer gettting music put into it.
Then on to the games! Two were scheduled today - fortunately back-to-back. It was a cool 75 degrees but with 20 mph winds and even stronger gusts. Infield sand was blowing around willy-nilly and fly balls were either going nowhere or traveling great distances. Steve played right field one game and pitched the other game, but suffice it to say, neither outcome was happy as they lost 22-11 and 19-0. To paraphrae Mr. Chicago Cub, Ernie Banks: Maybe next week!
But ALL was not lost. We took Steve out for a nice supper at Potbelly's and some good conversation.
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