Tom's been really busting his arse trying to make this a good hunt for us. In that vein, we're headed to the rifle range today with all our deer shootin' irons to make sure we do our part when the opportunity presents its self. We won't be headed up next weekend with Tom-my daughter's got a softball tournament in Iowa and we've been contacted by about a dozen schools who are interested in seeing her pitch next weekend. We're hoping she can play college ball, and this is the next step in her realizing that dream. I get a true rush out of watching her work when she's really got her pitches dialed in. There's nothing like a chin-high inside fastball at 65 m.p.h. to back a batter out of the box followed by a big breaking curveball that just screws her into the ground as she flails away at it. Can't wait to watch her work, and talk to the college scouts!
