The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat

Over the past couple of weeks, my sporting world has been kind of busy, despite the summer supposedly being barren of sporting events except for baseball (which I regard as the most boring sport of them all). The work softball league has been going full steam ahead (the ward/stake one died out due to lack of participation) and ultimate frisbee is still as fun as ever. The watching of sports, however, has been even more exciting due to tournaments and competitions, highlighted by this:


We resorted to watching Game 7 at home; Lindsay watched the 1st period while I was still at work, we watched a bit of the 2nd period together then she went to a Relief Society activity while I provided text updates. It didn't go our way (Lindsay was rooting for the Canadian team since Edmonton wasn't playing and I, not having any prior hockey attachments, cheered for the same team Lindsay did) but at least there was no rioting in LA. That I know of.

At the same time, the soccer world is participating in the Gold Cup, which is to determine the champion of the CONCACAF region, which is North America, Central America and the Caribbean. The United States is now in the semifinals. Unfortunately, Canada got knocked out in the group play phase due to a very late goal in their last game, plus they also lost to the United States. It's been a bit of a rough patch for Canadian sports recently, but things can turn around quickly. Such is the nature of sports.

Oh, and Happy Father's Day to all the dads (and future dads) out there!