The game before ours this past Sunday was important for us: we were tied with one of the teams playing for first in the league. They lost. Then, so did we. Now, instead of a two-way tie for first, we find ourselves in a three-way tie, because when we handed the win to the gang from Flower Mound UMC, they joined us and Trietsch Memorial UMC at the top of the standings. It was a good game, a lot of back and forth. Both teams were hitting well, both teams made their share of flubs. In the end, we made more flubs, and they hit better, besting us by three runs. I only fielded for half the game, and didn't see much action except for a couple of forced outs at third, and one runner who turned his double in to a triple when the throw to me was a hair too slow. Some of my teammates were upset at the call of safe, but it honestly could have gone either way. I didn't help the team or myself at the plate, going one for three for the second game in the row. I really need to hit the cages again.