Hanging wit' the Police

Not my best day.

We played our sister team today. It was a game I would frankly like back, and I am quite sure that my ladies feel the same.

To summarize, we gave up a goal early, and it took a concerted effort to pull out the tie in the dying minutes.

The opposing coach was masterful with her game plan, and used her players in a very clinical way. I still cannot get away from the fact that I was not able to get my girls to clinch a victory.

Then, we discovered that one of our parents cars was broken into. The crooks got away with just under $1000 in cash, an iPod, a pocket book full of personal effects amongst other things.

My car was rifled through, but I did not notice anything taken; my Blackberry, bluetooth headset and cardholder were left untouched. I figured that my delayed car alarm spooked them off in the act.

Stuff like that burns me. Having dealt with fraud and dishonesty at the corporate level, any type of theft infuriates me, and reawakens the thirst for putting such people away.

So, I hung with my player, her mom and sister waited for the police to arrive to take down a preliminary report. Seeing how dejected they were ripped at my heart strings. This particular player is recovering from a broken foot, but is still there for spot duty; never complains, and is always there for our team. Like the rest of my ladies, seeing her hurt made me wanna go for the baseball bat.

When I got home, it hit me. I almost never carry cash; I always have an emergency $50.00 stashed in my work bag. Well, guess what was missing from the car (along with paperwork, game paraphernalia and a keyboard)?

What a day...


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