Day 6, or is it 7...
Okay, I'm pretty sure yesterday's postcard was lost in the mail. Maybe I forgot to put a stamp on it. I'm not sure. To be honest, I don't even know what today is, other than it's game day. Time kind of stops up here. Being a million miles away from home, playing on the biggest stage of our level of baseball, and just temporarily residing in what has to be the fourth most beautiful city in America, trailing slightly behind Columbus, Phenix City, and Smiths Station.
By now, if you have been following us, you know what happened Sunday night. It was a game for the ages. Eerily similar to last year's JUCO opener against Delgado. I gotta tell you, Yavapai is big. Yavapai is strong. Yavapai is scary. You hold your breath on every swing, because when you hit 100-plus dingers in a junior college season, the odds are that the next pitch will land somewhere near the Colorado Mesas. Fortunately, the stat sheet and the scoreboard don't always have the most harmonious relationship.
Our boys fought their hearts out and I am so proud of them. The walked the Roughriders down from a 5-0 deficit to claim the 9-8 win. It was David versus Goliath, and our little slingshot of a team from Phenix City happened to be plenty weapon enough to advance in the winner's bracket. And although their stats said they had more HRs, when the dust settled, we had more Rs.
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Monday gave us a day off. And after the emotion and excitement of Sunday night, I can't speak for my guys, but I sure needed it. It gave me a chance to scout tonight's opponent, Northwest Florida State...which, may I say, we could've met in Dothan to play this one. It gave the guys an opportunity to see the mountains. And it gave our hosts, the Redlands Lions Club, the chance to give our team and our families one monster of a cookout. It was absolutely delicious and extremely kind of those folks. They have been mighty good to our program these past two years out here.
My internal clock has finally made the trek across the country and has joined my body and mind. I have officially adapted to Mountain Time. With that being said, I was in bed at 8:00 pm last night, due to pure exhaustion. I slept the sleep of kings. It was glorious.
Now, if you will kindly excuse me, the bus leaves in 20 minutes for batting practice and I have to go suit up in our Carolina Blues...
I hope we bring our slingshot again.
And I hope we have plenty of Rs for ammo.