I've been somewhat negligent in my reports on the Samurai's activities, mostly because there were no games scheduled over spring break, but she's also managed to avoid injury.
Another game, another bloody mess. At least this time she cleaned it up. I wish I had recorded the mumbling coming from the bathroom. It was mostly nonsense syllables. It sounded like a Saturday morning cartoon.
Here, she's explaining earnestly to her father that she was standing, quite innocently, at her position when the mean ole nasty Sprayberry girl assaulted her--first by knocking her down, then by whacking her with the stick.
Yup, it was unprovoked.
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