Then, along comes a summer in D.C. that sees you winning two.
First, "Tuesday Heartbreak," my motley crew of a Stetson's Pub Quiz team, goes the distance to win the summer league and take home the coveted [somebody somebody] memorial cup. Which we promptly ask to be filled with beer.
Then, one week later, I learn that across town at the Stanford Softball awards banquet -- an event scheduled against pub quiz -- Coach Chris announced this year's Rookie of the Year and, lo and behold, it's me:
Full disclosure: As the only rookie to string together enough appearances to qualify for, and then actually attend, the season's year-end tournament, I consider this a victory by attrition. Put it this way: it helped my chances that I effectively had no real competition.Still, to victory, dear readers. To victory.


Second, encourage all 70 teams, with branded sun-tents and carnival games in tow, to show up to a NASA-owned softball complex: 

Third, obtain the services of a caterer to provide the teams with hours of grilled fare:
Then, finally, top it all off by requisitioning a truck that literally dispenses beer from taps protruding from its side:
And there you have it. Play ball! 

After a brutal 0-4 start, with punishing losses to perennial powerhouses Maryland, Penn State and Emory (and a foolish loss to Johns Hopkins), something miraculous happened in this weekend's PAC-10 Alumni tournament: we went 3-0, sweeping Cal, Arizona and Arizona State.
