Whitehorse aftermath

To begin with, my liver hurts, and my kidneys are crying. But the week in Whitehorse rocked, and we took first place, and I was pitcher. I love pitching. I have a sneaking suspicion this is because I like being the center of attention and lo and behold, everyone watches the pitcher. But I actually really do love pitching too, except when I get hit by line drives, which, knock on wood, has not happened this year yet. We also got to go to the Red Onion Saloon and Brothel, which was started in 1898 during the Gold Rush in Skagway. That was cool. Obviously it is no longer a brothel(although I suppose you never know) but it was still cool. I am glad to be home now though, where I am drying out for a while. You know, til Friday. :-)