My readers have been sitting on pins and needles awaiting news of the Men's church league division A (that's the top, you know) championship of Champaign-Urbana. We got off to a small early lead and kept it through the end, winning 9-5. Another pull-over championship windbreaker is on the way (but not the B league version this time. A all the way)! Our defense was superb throughout the playoffs, and we used banjo hitting throughout the lineup to score runs. Case in point was me: I got either 3 or 4 hits in each of the playoff games, with nearly all of them being singles.
It hasn't rained much this month and the hot weather is returning, so we're playing in the sprinkler. Last night, I started watering our garden and got distracted with bicycle assembly (maybe more on that next time). I did remember first thing when I woke up this morning. The plants seem to have enjoyed the long bath.
The night itself was short-lived as we woke up at 4am to get ready for the 90 mile ride. Jill and I rode mostly alone, but occasionally we would pick up someone that enjoyed our draft for a while. The ride itself was quite nice, as there was a nice mix of very rural roads, small towns (Oshkosh!), and lake views. The trouble was that often I just wanted to be done so that we could start the 5.5 hour drive home (plus N rest stops for the girls) and get some sleep before work on Monday morning. Note to self: if there is a next time, take Monday off.
We finished the ride in a clock time of 5:50. Not too bad! Jill hasn't ridden any long rides this year, but she is in solid 'boot-camp' shape. We arrived home at 10:45 pm. Not bad. By the following Saturday, I was feeling quite refreshed.