Well, it was an interesting day to say the least. It started off with black clouds and thunder rolling into the Chicago area which prompted me to send an email to the team to check Sport and Social Club's weather line. But it was all for naught, as the sun was out by afternoon and our game was back on. We would have been better off if it wasn't.
At about 7:00pm, I get a call from Brian's wife, Robyn, that their garage is broken and they can't get the car out, so Brian's out. Tough luck because Mark was at the Sox game and Shannon and Perry are on vacation this week, and even though Lisa got one sub, that left us with only five. However, our sub asks a girl on the opposing team to play and now we have six, much to my dismay. I don't mind getting subs, but when it's from the team we are playing against, it kind of makes you wonder if they purposely miss some hits. I shouldn't talk though...she was better than me tonight. I think I was like 1/7 on the serves. I couldn't hit that ball over the net to save my life. Speaking of saves - Sorquist (now Schauerte) and Tom did a fabulous job of collecting points - at least the few points we got. Tom spent a large amount of his time digging us out of the sand and Sorquist's quick reaction hits saved us many times. Lisa's serves also garnered some much needed points.
The biggest points of the night were points of frustration. These were the usual not calling for the ball and surprisingly, the score. Sorquist got feisty and yelled at the other team when they didn't announce the score before each serve. But even her attempt to drive some competitiveness into the game couldn't help us - we got swept...again. We're hoping next week we can break the streak.
The end of the evening was perhaps the most shocking. After the game we went to Bar Louie and were enjoying our beverages on the patio in front when we heard a screeching of tires and turned around just in time to see a guy on a Harley Davidson with no helmet collide with a minivan. The sound was excruciating and the smell of burned rubber even worse. Lisa and I hid our eyes, afraid of what we were going to see when the spinning bike came to a stand still. Sorquist kept yelling at us to call 911 and many people jumped up and ran to the accident. The guy was moving. There was a lot of blood and a family of five emerged from the minivan. Let me tell you, the City of Chicago responded none too quickly to the accident. It probably took them at least 10 minutes to get an ambulance on the scene. The good news was the guy on the motorcyle was moving. Having front row seats, we all vowed to wear helmets in the future, even on our mountain bikes.