I was relieved when the ref blew the final whistle. A wind was getting up and a black cloud loomed ever closer.
Cory looked down at a sleeping Grace, still cradled in his arms. “Wish I could have slept through that…crap, too.” At least he hadn’t ranted and raved at his team or the official like he had during the first half.
We stood when several members of the Lightning team came over to talk with Cory.
Rob took his sleeping daughter and strapped her into her baby carrier. “Wanna come into the changing room?” Rob glanced up at the sky. “Looks like it’ll start pissing it down any minute.”
The prospect of watching a dozen or so men caked in dirt getting showered had a definite appeal. I just hoped I’d be able to control things down below.
“Sure,” Cory said before I could comment. Howeve
