Our local high school baseball team played one of their biggest rivals tonight, a team they can never seem to beat. Their games almost always come down to one run. It was glorious to see our "godson" hit a two-run homer early in the game. With scouts from our nearby professional team watching, no less.
I didn't know how to console the Warrior Princess, however, when her son struck out to end the game with a runner on third. He wanted nothing more than to beat that team. He has played travel ball with some of their team members, and he really wanted to win. I could see him standing with the team as they gathered in the outfield after the game, and I could tell from his posture that he was already beating himself up.
The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat indeed.