They were spraying the fields so they moved our game to the Great Lawn.
I was playing for Hairspray.
It was the playoffs.
The weather was volatile.
Black clouds hung in the sky.
I don't recall our opponent.
I think it was a play.
This was Broadway Show League.
They were good.
They were better than us.
Rain started to fall.
Then fall harder.
They were ahead by a decent margin and the BSL had a mercy rule.
The rain got heavy...really heavy.
Lightning flashed.
They were ahead by enough in the inning where the mercy rule would be applied.
The other team made a choice to throw their at bats away to end the game sooner.
But we still had an at bat at the bottom of the inning.
Lighting and rain.
We needed to score a couple runs to keep the game alive.
Brian Patrick Murphy got a hit.
The rain got ridiculous.
The lightning, probably dangerous.
I got up to bat.
It was pouring so hard the outfielders moved in.
That was a mistake.
The pitcher lobbed one over just trying to get the game over and I launched it.
Brian was half way between first and second and I shouted, "GO!"
As I touched first base a bolt of lightning lit up the park.
I splashed through muddy waters rounding the bases.
We both scored.
The game continued.
We lost.
But we didn't give up.
Never give up.
