We had another wet one. I know we prayed for rain, but for baseball's sake, we would be ok if it would stop now.
Things were wet here in the valley, but Curly's game was in Layton, so we were hoping it would stay dry. As we drove up to the field, we tossed Curly out for warmups and we watched from the van as he took batting practice with the team. They usually warm up for about an hour, so after 45 minutes in the van, we decided to set up our folding chairs, wrap up in our blankets and freeze to death while Curly enjoyed his time with the team.
No sooner had we taken our seats, but the hail smacked us with a vengeance. The tiny balls of ice were a bit smaller than frozen peas, but they still hurt if they hit you in the face as both Baby Doll and I can attest to. We finally gave up and ran for cover (ok, it was a quick walk...). Even the team ducked under the eaves of the nearest restroom to wait it out.
The crazy weather in Utah gave up soon and the rain became a soft patter as we ventured back out of the van and the boys took the field. Someone even kindly loaned me an umbrella. Curly did a great job at first base and he pounded a double into deep center field when it was his turn to bat.
Unfortunately, our pitcher wasn't doing quite as well. After a couple of innings, they put Curly on the mound. This used to be a common occurrence a few years ago, but lately he hasn't been called on to pitch. It always makes me so nervous, but not him.
He did a great job and even though they lost 10-4, the innings he pitched were scoreless.
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Oh, and 2 of those points the team made were because of his ginormous hit.
Awesome game, Curly!
