monday, we won.
tuesday, we won.
wednesday afternoon, we won.
wednesday night, we won.
thursday night, we won.
friday morning, we won.
after one of the most intense games we have ever sat through in my entire life, we lost in 10 innings. it was so heartbreaking to be within one strike of winning the game, and have so many other opportunities to win. but to have that kind of comeback, and lose to a class-less team.. it was so hard. hard to see those boys, some of our best friends, and also our dad cry because we had never seen a team fight so hard for something. they didn't come to win second place.
a reporter wrote such a great article on the game. he said, "Some people may wonder why I’d write this, why I’d focus so much on the losing side. Sometimes the winner/loser doesn’t matter. Sometimes what matters is the story itself, and everything that was given to make it happen.....I won’t remember the Skyline-Timpanogos game for who won and who lost. I’ll remember it because it was the greatest, most emotionally charged high school game I’d ever seen."
someone commented on an article and said...
we love our family so much, and were so happy to spend day in- and day out, supporting our dad and cheering on those t-wolves. you were #1 in our book, that's for sure. we love you, coach!
thanks for the steal-post, paige!