Hubris.
As late as this (Saturday) afternoon (while checking the SLUBA results at the Monroe Fairgrounds - my competition chili finished 8 out of 21 and my "homestyle" (aka "anything goes") chili finished 9th out of 25) I was feeling like I had a win in the bag this week against the arch-rival Skillets.
Hubris.
I was leading all 5 of the hitting categories and also the WHIP. The score was 6-4 with the tiebreaker in my favor. Plus I had four pitchers yet to pitch this weekend as opposed to Bob's one pitcher - so I was sure to take strikeouts and also had a good shot at wins.
Hubris.
But when I got home I discovered that the arch-rival Skillets were in the midst of a pretty good day... As I write this (8:40pm and most of the games are completed) they are hitting .395 with 4 home runs, 8 RBIs, and 12 runs scored. That's just today's total! YOW! My hopes of victory are gone as they now lead me 7-3 (I'm still leading three categories - batting average, stolen bases, and strikeouts).
Hubris.
Plus my two pitchers today (Peacock and Peralta - need I say more?) have not helped the cause with their combined 7.71 ERA and 1.93 WHIP.
Hubris.
Of course, two wins from Miller and Cingrani tomorrow will grab back one point. And if I can score 4 more runs than the arch-rival Skillets it would give me the second point to let my tie breaker advantage win the week for the Big Pink Machine. But I always feel it's much better to be in the lead in these spots rather then trying to get the pieces to fall into place.
Hubris.
I will never take a win for granted again...
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