Day 2 is in the books and we made it out with our first win, a loss, and some pretty sunburned necks and a few mosquito bites. The win was great cause duh, it's a win, but also because a kid who spent not joking at least 2 hours a day 7 days a week from september to may with me (lucky girl) busting her ass rehabbing from knee and shoulder reconstructive surgeries, had her first hit as a collegiate athlete. A 3 run home run. It was amazing, but short lived. Another injury plagued kid who had just started to crack the starting line up injured her ankle. It's a pretty good sprain, hopefully the X-rays we get upon our return are negative, but she's out at least 2-3 weeks. That's how it goes though. Game 2 of the day was another loss to #16 in the country louisiana Lafayette but a much better showing than day 1.

And since the schedule around here is sleep, eat, softball, eat, repeat, we went to dinner. A little hole in the wall sports bar with some pretty good fried food, but I'm pretty sure that's the only way to fix food down here, as evidenced by a physicians office and fried food restaurant next to each other on every corner. Waiting for the check we sat around and laughed at all the crazy funny stuff that happened last year, which was pretty much everyday. And then to solidify me feeling like a mother of several overgrown toddlers, I stopped my minivan at TCBY to stop the crying about how they never get to eat ice cream.

Happy fed toddlers back at the hotel, handed out some more drugs, ice bags and then off to bed. Day 3 is sure to be a doozy, 10am game, 4 pm flight and estimated return to Maine at approximately 3 am just in time to start work at 5 am for football workouts. Off to the field, go blackbears!