Rainbow Dis-Connection

There may be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but I can tell you what's not there: hits, runs and a win for our baseball team.

This evening Carter played with his tournament team -- that's the red / Rudolph league team not to be confused with his blue (aka Brewers) / Rapids league team. It was a home game and Coach Austin had to come out of retirement to run the show while the regular coach led the older Red Team at a different ball park.

We arrived at 5 p.m. along with rain clouds and thunder, but no game-canceling lightning.

The game was set for 6 p.m. against Marshfield. I stayed in the car and read a book while they did field maintenance in the rain. It was weird. The sun was shining in the west (and the western side of the parking lot even), but as the clouds moved east, they kept dropping the rain.

At that point, I figured we were in for a rainout. But no, it stopped in time for the game, which was very long -- very, very long -- for a contest shortened to 5 innings by the 10-run rule. Pretty sad.

Even the brief glimpse of a partial rainbow did not give us hope. It was too late by then. We were down by a dozen and had to make a major comeback. We tried (Carter got a hit) and we did get a few runs, but not enough to keep the game going. Sometimes that's a relief.

We'll just try again tomorrow.

Maybe God's promise with the rainbow has nothing to do with a sports victory. Oh well, it's supposed to be sunny tomorrow anyway so the boys in Red will be on their own.

Unless I find a four-leaf clover in the wet grass...Wish me luck!