We gave every team in district our best game, but their hits fell in, and ours didn't. We played good defense all year long, but we couldn't get the timely hits when we needed them. The girls learned the hard way, and it's just one of those things.

That's one of those situations where if you take a chance, you could blow it just as easily. If I had another opportunity and knew it was going to go nine innings I might have taken the chance, but I felt their shortstop had a cannon for an arm and that the catcher would have needed to drop the ball for us to score.

Texas High is undefeated for a reason, and I'm very proud of our girls for how tough they played them both times. We've hit the ball well the last three games after being in a slump, but their shortstop once again took away several base hits from us.

We just have to keep bearing down and playing hard. We're too good of a team not do that that.

They just came up with the big hits when they needed it and we missed out on a couple of opportunities to score. It all had to do with timing and ours was a little off.

There are many reasons I love novels with multiple narratives. In novels where the events are filtered through the consciousness of a single 'reliable' narrator, I often wonder, is this the whole story? What could be missing here?