Must be the Season of the Ditch
April 4, 2014
Here is yet another photo of the ditch (really big ditch). It’s really called the Pacific Flyway, or the Yolo Bypass. But neither works as well with my title.
Just being lazy; it’s quarter to midnight, I’m pooped, I took only one photo today, and this is it.. again from a moving vehicle. Again on our way to a baseball game.
This was the one day this week we expected no rain threat, and yet… rained liked crazy. By the time the game started, the rain had stopped, however. Only a few sprinkles here and there.
Lost a well fought game to a powerhouse team. It was largely a pitcher’s duel. No shame in a 3-1 defeat. Not used to Peter being a DH. But he did a good job: managed to come up with one of only three Davis hits. But it came in an otherwise unproductive inning. Our only score came later in the game when, with bases loaded, our batter got hit by a pitch. Goofy… a HBP RBI.
Anyway. Storm clouds.
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