Friday night Ceil and I got a little time to ourselves, tripping to Publix and Blockbuster. Rented The Devil Wears Prada. Ceil liked it enough to stay up past midnight to watch it to the end, but it didn’t seem to be her favorite. Didn’t start the DVD until after Smoltz had given up the hit.
Will played a doubleheader in the heat. When I coached I let everyone play infield and rotated the batting order, but played every game to win. I kept the best hitters at the top of the order, and managed the pitching staff based on game conditions instead of set rotations. By the end of the season all the pitchers but one had about the same number of innings. This fall Coach Chris scrambled the batting order. This means Will may not score as many runs or steal as many bases, based on who’s on base and hitting behind him. Tanner only needed 28 pitches in the first two innings, retiring 6 of 7 hitters, but was replaced. Good pitching strategy in the Game Two loss, though the batting order may have squandered some runs. Only three LOB (Will twice). But the Saints only managed four hits, three walks, two HBP, and one reached on an error.
After the games I got the Civic washed and hit Kroger, QT, and Blockbuster, before driving Will and Joel 30 miles north to a Ball Ground birthday party. Halfway between 575 and 400, it took and hour to get there on back roads. Went by the Hurts new house near Crabapple on the way home, but they weren’t there. Took Anna and Matthew for a refreshing swim, then they watch High School Musical 2 again. Listened to parts of the Tech win and UGA loss in the car. It was late before I could catch up on college football. LSU routed Virginia Tech, but the Auburn loss was compelling…the South Florida kicker missed four easy field goals and they still won. Will and Joel stayed up late watching goofy YuTube videos.
Good NP sermon completing the ‘How To Be Rich’ series, along with a Candi solo. In UpStreet Matthew made a list of wise people: mom, dad, Andy Stanley, his Coach Turner, Solomon, God…and Chipper, Moo Cow, “me!”, Will’s teammate John Fulton, scarecrow, and High School Musical’s Ashley Tisdale and Zac Efron. KidStuf didn’t last long, and we ate at Moes on the way home. Quick change and we were on the way to the Braves game.
Though we were running late, ballpark traffic wasn’t bad. The crowd shots of the dogs were entertaining, and the heat wasn’t overbearing, though Will was exhausted from his big Saturday. Ceil snapped at bunch of pictures, and Matthew spent time down next to the dugout, but he didn’t get a ball. Chipper and Tex homered, Willie Harris doubled, and McCann and Francoeur had hits. Neikro was there, though we were too late for the autograph session. Stayed to the end, as Matthew wanted to run the bases…but discovered the line to be endless and left.
Stopped by Harry’s on the way home. Then Anna, Matthew, and I hit the pool again, then Kroger. Will had a yard to mow, and I cooked waffles. Just when we thought we’d get to bed early Anna discovered ants in her very messy room. We cleared out a bunch of stuff in her room and closet, but tonight there’ll be more cleaning out of clothes, sorting out of old toys, etc. Never ends.
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