Last Friday the Batmen lost our season opening game 8 to 6. What's worse is that I walked someone with the bases-loaded and two outs to cost us the game.

I have carried that loss and that misstep with me all week and it haunts me, yet motivates me to do better in tonight's game.

I try to console myself with the thought that I should be appreciative of the fact that a person of my age is in a position to and capable of pitching for the Batmen and the fact that it's far better to lose the first game of the season than the last.

Also my son David was 3 for 3 in the game and let me off easy. We went to dinner after the game with the family which included my grandson Jackson who will be joining us on the Batmen in a week or two.

I look forward to being with them on the field at that time and screaming my victory cry: "It's great to be young and a Batman!"