Another victory

We won again tonight. I'm proud of the team. I got to bat three times. Yay! Lol. I struck out the first time, but the second time I hit a triple and slid into home, and the third time I got out because of an "interference." I'll bring that up in a moment. Anyways, when I hit that triple, I hauled ass to first, then second, third, then, finally, home. I didn't think I was going to make it, so I slid. Luckily, when I slid, I knocked the ball out of the catcher's hand so she dropped it, which made me safe. I was like OMG! Haha.
Now, onto the bullshit call of the night, which happened to be towards me this time. Here's how it happened: I hit the ball, I ran. I ran straight to second. Then I waited. Instead of watching Daddy like I should've been (he's the assistant coach), I was watching the ball. The girl after me hit it, and I took off. Unfortunately for me, 3rd baseman was on the line. Meaning she was in my running space. So, I ran into her. But, of course, I just kept right on going and made 3rd. Then, the ump called an interference. He was damn right there was an interference. She interfered with my damn running. So Daddy, both my other coaches, and a few people in the bleachers had something to say. Then, the field ump, who happened to be on my side (yay!) told the ump how much of a bullshit call that was, and why it was so. Of course, after he'd explained, it was too late for me to get back onto the field. So, I got out. That sucked, but it was okay.
The inning after that, which was the last inning, went fast. None of the other team made it to 1st. We did great after I got out due to that bullshit call. We won 23-13.
After the game, Daddy and I went to Arby's. I got a beef and cheddar with a Dr (No period in the name) Pepper and Daddy got a chicken and bacon sandwich with a sweet tea. He finished off his meal pretty quickly, but I didn't even finish my sandwich, and I only ate like, two fries. I'm not a big fan of Arby's fries. They taste funny. To me, at least.