At the Steele City Tournament today, I received a higher score winning silver than I did winning gold in Florida. That says it all about the quality of my competition. I was edged out by a tenth of a point to a well-executed spear form that I’d never seen before. I thought as I watched the nimble thirty-something-year-old (no bitterness here, really…) that I was going to have to knock it out of the park to score higher than her. I was quite proud of my performance, but a homerun it obviously wasn’t.
Oh, well. Can’t win ’em all. And if I could, first place wouldn’t be worth much.
Now, the really cool news of the day: my girl and I received the same score for the same form – only she came home with her first gold!
For the next tournament, we’ll finally get my better half on the floor! After operating the camera for two tournaments and waiting out a healing meniscus, she’s more than ready to add her own medal to the family stash!