A Pathetic Attempt at a Little Pity

After being swept by these guys, of all teams, our home town boys have played a couple of very exciting nights of baseball. Against these guys. One more game in the series is scheduled for tonight.

Two nights in a row of excellent pitching and low-scoring games that came down to two outs and men on base in the bottom of the ninth.

Two nights in a row of the right hits at the right time for walk-off wins. Hero #1 this week was Youk (and the look on his face priceless - good thing they didn't have audio on him at the time), and hero #2 was The Captain. Will there be a hero #3?

An hour ago, my husband called me with news that a colleague had offered two tickets to tonight's game, and decent seats at that, at face value. Did we want them?

Did we want them? Did we? Did we?

OF COURSE WE WANT THEM!!

But can we make it work? That's quite another question.

For almost ten minutes on the phone we schemed and brainstormed. How could we make this happen? Which parent would go? Which child? Can we realistically get them from their things 35 miles from here and make it back into town in time for a kid swap? What about school tomorrow? Who has tests? What will the tiredness fallout be on previously scheduled activities for tomorrow afternoon and evening? Are we crazy? (Wait. Don't answer that last question.)

In the end, we realized that we could not make it happen in a reasonable manner. With great sadness and heaviness of heart, we released the tickets so that they could be offered to another colleague.

Sigh.