Last night, we played the last of the summer session matches. Our team, The Replacements, ended up winning 6th place (out of 10), not bad for a team that didn't expect to exist. We were the 5th ranked team going into the playoffs, so after we beat #4 last week, we got the bye and played the winner of the #'s 6 thru 10 (minus the Wild Card team). This was Patti's team.
I had a break and run against Patti my first rack! I won my second and third racks also. Patti beat me in rack 4 after I failed to play a decent safety late in the rack. Then, when we were down 5-6 in a race to 7, Karen was playing their MVP. I started playing Joe again after a couple minutes. If Karen or I won, we would go to a best 2 out of 3 between one player from each team. I knew Karen was having a bad night (she had lost 3/3 so far. I was trying to win before she lost, but Joe kept leaving me in a bad position where I couldn't make a ball and was hard-pressed to even get a good hit. Nick made the 8 to win against Karen and win the match for his team just as Joe gave me an opening. I figured we could play out our game to see how it would have gone, and I ran out my remaining 4 balls plus the 8, which would have put Patti and I in that sudden-death 2/3 set. Alas!! Still, I am so proud of my team for getting better than 10th place, which is where we were for most of the season.
I ended up with scores of 10 10 10 5 (10).
I wanted to apologize to everyone for saying yesterday that I wanted to vote for Bush. Patti electrocuted me after I brought her home. I was trying to talk her into letting me fill out her absentee ballot with a straight-line Republican vote, and she just ripped the cord out of the lamp (like in There's Something About Mary when he tries to defib the dog. The shock must have knocked some sense into me or shut of the post-hypnotic part of my brain, I guess. So I'm going back to my previous flip-flop answer of voting for John Kerry. I won't change my mind again, I swear on my Purple Heart. Really.
Butch is Preggers!
We're 99% sure that Patti's little calico is with kittens. I said, "Patti, does Butch look fluffier to you?" Then I realized it was that the fur was just covering more of her than there was before. So, kittens in 12 weeks, anyone?
We'll probably keep one. Patti says that I have to claim it as mine, but that would give me an odd number of cats (3), although it would give us collectively as a household an even number (6). Everyone knows that only crazy people have an odd number of cats, or so one of the cats in Everything Here is Mine by Nicole Hollander (of Sylvia fame).
Oh, I ate really well tonight! Our friend Tom from pool league (where else?) brought over some salmon that he caught in Alaska. Patti marinated it and cooked it on the grill. She baked sweet potatos and made tomatos and avocados with feta, basil, and balsamic vinegar (we were out of fresh mozzerella). It was soooooooo goooooooooood! And there are leftovers for lunch! Yay!