No pictures yet, just me and my words.

The softball season came to a close today, with a rather disappointing result of 9 -7. Proud as I may be of the team who made it from nothing all the way to the finals, the Karpov quote haunts me everytime I think about the game. If you are not first, it means you have lost. It's an extremely frustrating feeling to come within smelling distance of the coveted gold, and have it robbed from right under you. No matter what people say, the silver medal just does not carry quite the same ring to it.
And that's the problem with team sports. After a loss, I'm never quite sure where to channel my frustration and anger, so I'm always inclined to blame myself, and usually for a good reason. If I had pitched better, if I had batted better, if I had fielded better, and there are a hundred ifs that serve only to remind me of what I failed to do. Of course, as with most things in life, the game is over, and I can only wait to redeem myself the next season.

Nevertheless, ignoring the emo-rant of the above paragraphs, I am still exceedingly proud of our little team who, six months ago, came together as a mish-mash of random people with random CCA backgrounds, and along our journey through the IHG, forged a team out of nothing. Our silver medal is backed by our sweat, blood, and bruises, and it's something we should all be very proud of.

Hall 15, hit run score!

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7:52 PM