Emerald Classic

I’m having a quiet evening with Garry and Luna. The fog is low, Luna is reshaping pillows to get even more comfortable on the couch, and I’m juggling, keeping up with the SF Giants score, and reading a book. I glance at the window and watch the fog slowly move past the trees. It’s tough work if you can get it.

The Emerald City Classic is on tap for the weekend. This Seattle softball tournament is becoming a personal annual event. And why not? The city is fun. It’s easy to walk around town.

We’re playing about 20-25 minutes away in Issaquah. The weather will be around 70-72 for afternoon game times. It’s nice out there. In Issaquah, there is Lake Sammamish State Park, which is a 512-acre park. Last year, after the tournament, we spent a few hours at the beach, surrounded by those beautiful trees. I can easily do a repeat. And also win more games.

With the regular season over, many softballers take to the road to get their games in. I was in Long Beach three weeks ago. I’m heading to Seattle tomorrow, and at the end of the month, it will be the Russian River. Why do we do these things when our legs feel like tree trunks on Monday morning? We enjoy it.

Tomorrow night, I’m having dinner with an old friend and teammate from my Coasters travel team and the Moby Dick team previously. Jesse is a local. He can pick our restaurant. “Tell me when and where, “ I said. I am there.” He’s great fun. He always has a story. If he goes out to buy gum, there will be a bubble gum story, and it will be funny.