The Annual Softball Tournament

Mr. DDA is a badge wearing, hand cuff holding, pepper spray bearing, gun toting police officer.



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It creates a bit of a crazy, hectic, lifestyle in the DDA house.

Seven years ago, our local police department began the Law Enforcement Memorial Tournament.  It's a fun weekend for different departments to get together and honor their fallen friends.  The officers love it.

The spouses...not so much.

First of all, it's always in August.  And even if it's calling for 100% rain and a balmy 70 degrees, it's going to be 105...no matter what.  It's predestined.

Second of all, it's game after game after game...leaving us and our kids feeling like this...



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And lastly, even though it's a Law Enforcement tournament, it's just a matter of time till these guys show up...
   

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Yes, the rescue squad.

See, this tournament cannot happen without someone getting hurt.

We've had broken legs, ACL's snapped in half, pulled muscles, torn rotator cuffs...

I don't know why it happens, but it's like the 105 degree temps, it's predestined.

This year, I think the worst was someone threw their shoulder out.  My husband pulled a "hammy."  And after a box of Tylenol patches, an entire tube of Icy Hot, and at least one ace bandage, he's finally recovering.

He's certainly milked it for all it's worth.

Even though he got *hurt* (cough, cough) this year, I know he enjoyed the games he did get to play. 

Every year he says he's not going to play, but every year he does.   He can't resist. 

I don't know if it's the camaraderie or the competition.  And even though I dread the annual softball tournament, I wouldn't want him to miss it for the world.

It's the least we can do to remember those we've lost.



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