Today’s schedule was more in the girls’ hands. They started at 930 am. If they won, they would continue on for two more games. They played a team they played yesterday. They did well, but Peyton struck out twice. What made matters worse was Brandon walking behind the dugout and TELLING her she struck out. She was in full bawling mode. She’d already had tears in her eyes, but she was really down on herself with his comments. I was so angry with him, pulling him aside to let him know it wasn’t a nice thing to do, and definitely wasn’t necessary. She sat after that, as she was not going to be on the field. She recovered, but was still a hot mess. She came back to herself when her teammates saw she was upset and tried to console her. They started doing cheers for their teammates, and she ended up joining them. One of them is, “Hey pitcher, can you spin around like Michael Jackson (spinning one full spin), get down like Britney Spears (grabs the cage, and touches bottom to the floor, like a stripper), shake it off like Salt and Peppa, I don’t think so.” She really got into it, and she loudly called out to the other bench. The team did end up winning, but Peyton was still struggling. Because the team won, they got to play at 1 pm. It was 1040 am. Peyton had her bridging ceremony for Girl Scouts to go from Daisies to Brownies.
We rushed her back up to the park by our house just in time. It had not yet started. We only had about 30-40 minutes there before we had to rush back. Dave and Brandon dropped us off, then turned around to go cut up fruit before coming back to pick us up. She got to hang out with her troop, was awarded with extra patches and her new brown vest and ate a piece of brownie to symbolize the next step. We quickly chatted with some moms, then we headed out.
We left by 1140 am, and we were back at the field by just after noon. The girls were still hanging out and just gathering up to practice. Peyton was out there, without food, only some fruit and cookies from the girl scouts. She didn’t want the burger we’d gotten her, so I kept it for later. The second game, her last at-bat, she did foul off a ball, then hit one right to the pitcher who put her out at first. She did advance the runner from second to third. She didn’t look happy, but she wasn’t as sad either. I stopped filming her at-bats, thinking I was jinxing her. They lost the second game, so they went to the bracket to play for third place. Unfortunately, they lost that game, too, but they had good spirits about it. We packed up to go after the team meeting, then we headed home to Brandon’s end of the season party and practice. We came home to relax for about 30 minutes and watch part of the game, then we headed to the field for the parents/kids scrimmage. Peyton and I were selected for opposite teams. I was with Brandon and Dave, while Peyton was on the other team. She was excited to play and more importantly, excited to keep her uniform on. We played with her softballs for safety issues, since the parents were playing. She got to bat a couple of times. She enjoyed herself. I played in the outfield mostly, and then at one point, I got to first base before Brandon did. He saw me there and turned around to sit in the dugout and sulk. He plays first base normally. I successfully caught a few balls to get a few outs, and then Peyton was up. She hit a clean ball, and it was fielded at third base. The dad fired it at me, and I really stretched out to get it, but I dropped it. It looked staged, but I really did drop it! It happened a second time in a row, and the last time, I stretched out, and came up with the ball. While I did get on base, Dave was commenting that I exhibit no power. My kids have more power at the bat than I do. Oh well, good for them! When one dad saw me bat the ball down with my left hand on an overthrow, he said, “OH, I see why Brandon is a lefty, since I know David is not.” This is the first time they’ve seen me play. Funny, all the moms (3) got hits! But the last inning, Peyton was playing second base. She fielded a grounder to throw it to first for the out, and then she fielded one with a mom running from first to second. This is a Japanese mom who coaches for her older son’s team. She’s the batting coach. Peyton tagged her quickly as she ran past her for another out. I was so proud of her, even though she was on the opposing team. She held her own in this game, after playing 6 games in 2 days this past 48 hours. She got on base, too! I’m glad she ended the baseball weekend with some levity. She did say she had fun playing the tournament, but still…it’s still fun to make good plays.
Brandon’s talk from “coach”
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The girls earning their two year long journey pins. The original troop. 
Getting her summit pin. The only one which can be transferred to her new vest. 
Getting new brownie vests. 
Now they’re al brownies! 