If you read my post "A Good Day", then this is a follow-up to that.

Today would not have been called a good day by a lot of people.

I got up earlier than I, normally, prefer, on a Saturday. Joined the gang from before, and headed down the road to Furth. It was about an hour's drive down the Autobahn.

It was the official home opener for the Furth Pirates, today. The weather was gloomy. It was cold in the stands. The team got off to a sluggish start in the first game of the double-header. Especially, our favorite player, Moses Clerk, an American. It was like he was recovering from a hangover. (I've found out that they always play double-headers) AND the Pirates (our team) lost both games.

On the other hand, our German friends are really getting into going to the games. They are almost cheering like Americans. We saw friends that we had made two weeks previously again, and caught up with them. Amy, even, made friends with some previous acquaintance's dog, Boogie. Our group grew by one. Isa and Anke's brother, Ingol, came to the second game, and seemed to have a good time. Chad and I, both, kept scorecards. We had some fun and lively conversations on how to score, and whether a given play was good baseball strategy. While the Pirates lost, they battled in each game. They played some good ball, after the sluggish start. In each game, they came real close to winning it near the end. While it was bad that our team lost, twice, it was good baseball.

It was exciting. It was fun. We spent quality time with friends.

Going home after cheering winners would have been nicer, but it was still a good baseball day.