Well, the continuation of Saturday's ultimate success was a crushing defeat on Sunday. We played hard but made too many mistakes. I think it was tough on all us "old guys" all that play on Saturday. I took it fairly badly that we lost. I think I let myself down a bit on Sunday. I was talking to Mike in the car on the way to the game about how great Ultimate was as a team sport since no one person can be responsible for winning or losing the game -- it doesn't matter how great or how terrible they are. And of course, that's all great when you're in the car ON THE WAY TO THE GAME. It's entirely a different story when you're the one who drops a perfectly good throw, that causes the turnover, the results in the point, that wins the game for the other team. I felt like poo. Of course, I can talk sense into myself later. I wasn't even on the field when we lost our two point lead right near the end of the game. I just was disappointed that I didn't play better. Sigh.
Last night was my first West Side Story rehearsal. The cast is really good. I think the show is going to be one of the best the Yorkies have done in a while. Too bad there isn't more dancing.
Tonight I started work on my next wedding cake. I'll try to get some pictures of it before I have to deliver it on Sunday.
Talk to you soon,
B.
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