This is another one of those posts with double meaning, but they are tied into one. I'll start at the beginning. Last night (friday night), we had an away football game with our "backyard" rivals...they are our actual rivals, but we always have such tough games with them, it is starting to come around. Anyway, of course it was pouring down rain for the first quarter. At least that stopped. Well, we should have won that game hands down, but in all honesty, we had the worst homer refs ever. I'm not just saying that because all but 2 calls were against our team and they were mostly crap, because i can say it honestly when we do things wrong. This was just a poorly officiated game the whole way through. But we managed to hold our own and go into double overtime...yes, i said double overtime. That is the first part of the close call last night. We managed to pull out a win on the last play of the double overtime.
Well, in all the excitement of the game, came my second close call of the night. I was so excited and worked up, i thought i was going to go into labor. I had a few pains, but they didn't amount into anything. I waited until the crowd cleared, and i said to Coach R on the way home, "You really wanted to deliver a baby here, didn't you?! Why couldn't you save the close games for when i'm off!". We had a good laugh about it, but it wasn't so funny at the time. Needless to say, we still don't have a baby yet. 9 more days, and she needs to hurry uP!!!
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