|This fellow was hanging from the rafters at QuikTrip Park....home of the AirHogs and host to the tournament.|
While much of blog land is excited and packing up to go to spring market in Portland, Oregon, I've been cheering on the home team.
It started last Friday when my son's team drove into town for the NJCAA Regional tournament. (Town is being used roughly here to mean within driving distance of home.) All semester he has been about 6 hours away in Big Spring Texas - out west where there is nothing but big sky and tumble weeds. The team has been playing away games all over the southwest...but never close enough to go cheer them on....until Saturday!!
The team wasn't expected to win. They were the last seed in the tournament. Their first game started at 8:30 pm on Saturday night.
By midnight they had soundly beat their first opponent....and I was soundly beat as well! (How do these kids do it?!) The next game was Sunday evening at 8:00 pm.
The Mother's Day pink jerseys must have been the right choice...they won again! Next game Monday evening at 5:00.
At this point I was so tired that I was doing good to take a picture at all. Monday night the Howard Hawks lost in the last play of the last inning. It was a great game. They moved into the Loser's Bracket with at least one more game to play but a possibility of 3. Next game - Tuesday afternoon at 1:00 pm.
I go to the games to support my son. I don't particularly like baseball. Noah doesn't even play - he is the team trainer. I love Noah, so I go. The games were particularly hard because with each win he was that much closer to having to travel with the team for another two weeks. That would be a great experience for him...and them...but really I just wanted my boy home again. As my second son put it, "Noah is the sparkle in our family. I want them to loose so he can come home."
Four games into the tournament, when they hadn't expected to play at all, they were finally bettered in the field. I have to say I was impressed by this band of brothers. They did well.
Now my boy is "home again, home again, jiggity jog!"
I will now return to my regularly scheduled quilty programing.