And then to seal the win, Dan (our team catcher) made his first catch of a foul pop in two years, he said, and I proceeded to end the game by hauling in an infield pop fly. (Like the weird batting rules, we have weird fielding rules. Any out made by a girl counts as two outs. So when that pop settled in my glove with one away, it meant the game was over.)
I'm a better first baseman than a third baseman, but I didn't horribly embarrass myself in the field (though the foul line drive that bounced off the top of my glove the inning before ticked me off. On the other hand, I was attempting to backhand it, so I shouldn't be angry I missed). And I don't mind playing the hot corner.
And now I'm home again. And it's bedtime.
Night LJ world