Wednesday was a retirement lunch for a guy at work, then yesterday was a statutory holiday for Canada. I didn’t stay up to watch the fireworks - I was exhausted after a late night, and an early morning, then a full day of William chasing, so I went to bed at 9:30, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Wednesday night, our slopitch team won it’s first game of the season. The other team was a little short handed, but we were hitting well, and fielding even better, so it didn’t really make that much of a difference. The mosquitos were pretty abhorrent though. I felt like I was almost out of blood by the time the game was over, and I was playing first base instead of my usual right field spot. I’d never played first base before, so it was a new experience. I had to work on my footwork quite a bit - I kept wanting to put my left foot on the base, but then my stretch was really limited. I only really blew one play, when I completely lost the ball in the sun, and didn’t see it until after it bounced off the heel of my hand and hit the ground. I kinda liked playing first base actually.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Excuse me. Do you have the Carl Yazstremski baseball card from 1973, when he had big sideburns?” - Milhouse