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If She Calls Me Dad...

 ...she will pay for Brunch. I'm just saying. (She did.)

Radiation Treatments:

I'm not glowing in the dark yet. As I write this, I've had seven radiation treatments. Besides being on a first-name basis with Earl, the guy that follows me in the treatment lineup, there is little to report. Aside from getting my shoes off, lining me up on the table, and cautioning me not to move, it's a short process. The scheduled time for this procedure is fifteen minutes.

Baseball Report:

Because the Brewer game with the Pirates was not accessible to us, we ended up watching the Wisconsin Women's Softball High School Div 3 championship game featuring Brodhead and Mayville. 

The game featured two teams with different approaches. Brodhead had a pitcher, McKenna Young. She pitched the entire game (7.5 innings, One inning longer than the regulation 7). Mckenna recorded 16 strikeouts, 1 walk, and 2 hits in that span.

Mayville counted on their defense. Their pitcher, Allie Schwartz, posted 1 strikeout, 1 walk, and 9 hits. Despite the number of hits Allie allowed, the game was nil to nil at the end of regulation 7 innings.

Brodhead won the game with a walk-off double in the first extra inning that scored a runner from third.

The game was exciting and instructive. I can't remember when I saw the pros bunt a runner ahead. This game was loaded with bunts and runners advancing on wild pitches. While there were a few opportunities, I saw only one double play. It wasn't that these ladies didn't have the talent. Softball is a different game. 

First of all, you can't hit a softball as far as you could hit a standard hardball. The left field line at Goodson Field, where the UW College team plays games, is only 200 feet. Centerfield is slightly longer. Players have to catch the outfield playing shallow and hit the ball over their heads to get anything other than a single.

No pitch clock. No restrictions on checking the runners on base. And yet the game progressed at a brisk pace.

I link you to this since two of my kids, Mary Jo and Sean, graduated from Kaukauna.

https://www.postcrescent.com/picture-gallery/sports/high-school/baseball/2022/06/11/photos-kaukauna-vs-superior-wiaa-division-1-state-softball-semifinal/7574696001/

And the Brewers beat the Pirates 5-4😎

All Saints Hunger Book Sale

This week my fellow volunteers and I will gather in the lower level of All Saint on the corner of Juneau and Marshall to evaluate the condition, sort, and price donated books. The first week in August, they will go on sale. The proceeds are donated to various organizations that feed the homeless, the disabled, and house-bound seniors. If I remember correctly, we raised over twenty-six thousand dollars last year.

Interesting side story about the Booksale Experience.

When people ask us where we met, my lady friend Jeanne and I answer, "In church."

Now it is true we did meet at the book sale effort, and neither of us is a member of All Saints. In fact, we don't belong to any church. Our satisfaction comes from helping the church in a worthwhile effort to help those in need.

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