W's baseball season is rapidly coming to an end. The rainy spring got us off to a late start, with at least a dozen make up games trying to be worked in. It looks as though we'll make it back from Blue Ridge for the end of the season, making W a happy player.
Unfortunately, the season has been filled with streaks. The winning streak ended a few weeks ago when the Reds lost their first game in two seasons. That started the second streak - the "Mom Curse". It seems that every game I attend, they lose...or at a minimum W has what he considers a terrible game. He believes it so much that he didn't want me to go to today's game. But since it was our last home game, I couldn't miss it.
Of course, I couldn't be a curse. Can someone please tell W that? Because after he was hit by yet another bad pitch, for the 4th game in a row (another streak), he was positive it was me. Until he was asked to pitch - that must be the end of the mom curse, right? Not so much. The game ended with the bases loaded, 2 outs, the Reds down by 1 and W at the plate with an ump that couldn't wait to get home for the evening.
One strikeout later - I've determined I'll never be invited to another game. The mom curse streak continues.......
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