I won't go into all the drama that inevitably accompanies this type of endeavor, because all in all, it was a great success.
Our boys took second place, which is pretty darned good. I thought they might go all the way and win our own tournament, but they had to go up against some Fannin County boys who were just really, really excellent ball players. And, they were BIG to boot.
But really, if we had to lose to someone, I'm glad it was them. They were the nicest team people we encountered all weekend. The parents were friendly and easy going and the boys were good sports as well as being respectful and well behaved.
Fannin County Longhorns, please know you are welcome at Adams Park any time.
That said...we are all EXHAUSTED. Running a tournament is a lot of work and we were all on our feet for 10-12 hours a day for 4 days running.
Last night, after cleaning the concession stand, grooming the fields, cleaning the restrooms (ew), and loading coolers, chairs, canopies, leftover concession food and baseball gear into the van, we got home around 10 p.m.
My feet hurt. My back hurt. My hips hurt. My shoulders hurt.
I slipped into a steaming hot tub with nothing short of complete and total relief.
I was juuuuuuuuuuuuuust starting to relax, when Husband knocked on the door and said...
"Uhhh, baby? Don't you have jury duty tomorrow?"
And that's when I said many and varied bad words.
That's what I get for registering to vote.
You've got to understand that we have not been home except to sleep in FOUR days. The house is a wreck, there is no food, the laundry is piled to the ceiling and the litter boxes are a certifiable biohazard.
I had planned to do some clean-up and laundry this morning, and then take my boys, who are also exhausted, to the pool for some much needed R&R this afternoon.
So I went to jury duty this morning. I've never done it before, but it honestly wasn't that bad. I did mistakenly go to Superior Court instead of State Court, (I misplaced my summons, which was color coded for that purpose) which caused me a little anxiety. But luckily the State Court building was right across the street, so no real problem.
The process has been pretty refined to make it as painless as possible and every amenity has been provided for the jury pool. The people were friendly, and the judge seemed sincerely grateful for the service we were providing.
Jurors can even surf the net while they wait to see if they will serve on a trial jury that day.
Today I was dismissed by 10:30 because the case to which my panel was assigned settled without a trial. I'm guessing it was a car accident case, because we were all asked if we were employees, administrators, or policy holders of a particular auto insurance company.
But the thing is...I have to serve all week, possibly on more than one trial. I have to call in each evening to find out if I am to appear the following morning. And, I may be told to come in, only to be dismissed at a later time if the parties involved accept a plea or otherwise reach an agreement that would negate the need for a jury.
What a pain in the ass.
Yes, yes, I know...a fair trial by a jury of my peers is a privilege and a civil liberty that many people in this world do not enjoy. I also know that I might need to avail myself of juris prudence some day, so I should serve my civic duty without complaint.
Nevertheless, last night at eleven p.m., I was on the internet looking up the penalty for not appearing for jury duty in the state of Georgia. I was honestly, at that point, quite willing to pay a couple hundred dollars for the privilege of sleeping in this morning.
As it happens, if one does not appear for jury duty, one will be collected and shown to the courtroom by an armed escort, not to mention, fined and jailed.
Not something I really want my kids to see, I suppose. And, I don't relish the thought of appearing in court in my bathrobe and slippers.
So I went. And I will go tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. And the day after that.
Due process. It's the gift that keeps on giving.