About a week and a year ago I posted something called The Mercy Rule. And today we felt the bitter taste of the mercy in a travel game. Rough.
Played a good (maybe great) team of 10 year olds from a very large town - which tends to allow you to get the pick of the litter, so to speak. I wouldn't trade my boys for anyone, but these guys came out and laid a can 'o' whoop-ass on us. It was 10-0 by the end of 1, and the final score was too obscene to write down. I actually lost count after they scored 17. The ugliest of uglies. It was also about 92 degrees, so standing out there while these kids teed-off like it was BP was tough. Some of the boys gritted it out and took one for the team on the mound, while others just phoned it in.
After it was all done, what can you say? I basically gave the speech that it was a good team and that happens, use it as a learning experience, etc. We'll come back to win more games than we lose, I have no doubt.
And in exciting pool news, the filter and pump are running, and the oasis in the backyard is getting going. In case you were wondering!
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