the final score (6-1) wasn’t a true indicator of the game. they were the defending league champions not to mention they’ve made it to the finals the last 3 years. we’ve squeaked into the playoffs each of those years.
and yet. we high fived after the game, as we do.
there’s never a smooth transition from the orderly line of high fives and “good games” to two teams walking back to their benches. in the middle of the mob, the girl with the hot pink spandex capri pants i’d been wishing i owned the entire game pulled me aside.
her: i wanted to let you know you had a really good hit.
me: oh, thank you!
her: it was very solid.
me: and i wanted to let you know i adore your pants.
her: thanks! they’re from tj maxx. $20.
me: i love them even more now!
our laughter sparkled into the setting sun, highlighting both our sportsmanship and wo-manship.