So last night PNR played our second to last game.  We all know what's going to happen right?  Well to everyones surprise we won.  Granted the other team only had 9 players and we had 10, but that generally doesn't help us too much.  We had solid fielding and some solid bats last night.

In one inning we gave up 5 runs, 3 of which were walk ins.  The last inning things were getting a little sketch, bases loaded and just not locking it up.  I caught a fly-ball to left, throw out at first and then Jason surprising us all with a pop fly catch as pitcher.  It was a great game and a lot of fun.  BW's was a good time after the game with spirits high because of the win.  Here's hoping next week goes as smoothly.

So I'm extremely sore today.  Both hands hurt.  Not entirely sure why, maybe it was the couple of balls I caught bare handed.  My chest has a perfect circle on the right peck from stopping the pop fly with my chest then my hands, my legs are sore.  But...it was all worth it a blast.  PNR lost last night 12 to 5.  For us that's a win especially compared to the 21-6 score last week.

So I've had a busy week thus far.  Referring not only to this week but also the past weekend.  The weekend was great.  I hung out with Greg all weekend because we worked on my bike.  Saturday, Greg and Dan came over to help me install my new Yosh exhaust.  First I treated them to lunch for helping me and then we got down to business.  We took the bike apart which had it's issues, mostly with taking off and replacing the headers.  Those damn screws were hard to get to. Dan left right as we removed the stock headers, and then Greg and I put on the new headers and exhaust.  We were both pretty dirty and tired so we decided to wait and put the PCV on Sunday and scrap going to the race.

Greg left, and Marc, Eric and I went to Star Trek saturday night.  It was an awesome movie, so entertaining.  I already can't wait for the sequel.


On a rainy Sunday morning, Greg came back over and we installed the fuel controller.  That was an issue in and of itself.  After scratching our heads for a while we decided to completely take off the tank which made life much easier.  Paco stopped by for about and hour which was nice.  As we all were working on the bike, we were witness to a domestic violence dispute...WTF?  I thought Lone Tree was a nice part of town.  The girl was ok but the cops were called and craziness ensued.  We remained in our little bubble of niceness aka the garage, and did our thing.

We got the FI installed and started her up.  Man did she sound good.  All in all I was pretty proud of what we were able to accomplish.  Both of us are mechanically challenged so it felt good.  Gave us the confidence to try other things.

Tonight is PnR softball and I'm excited.  Always a good time, and hopefully we do better.  That's all I have for now.  As I fight off nostalgia as always, I put my mind into other things.  Primarily to distract myself.  That's ok right?  Ignoring your thoughts?  Especially if they are potentially damaging?