So I was 30 minutes late for son's baseball game last night due to a conflicting piano lesson for daughter.
When I arrived the score was 9-1 ... IN OUR FAVOR!!
You could've blown me over with a feather. This was the same team that walloped us 25-5 about three weeks ago.
Believe it or not, this other team managed to not only catch up, but beat us 15-12.
We're pretty proud of ourselves though. Our team hung in there and gave them a good fight.
** So I have to ask you... Do you think I AM their bad luck charm?? I'm starting to get a bit paranoid ;)
