Oh, he looked the same as my husband -- same handsome face, same squinty eye, same graying goatee.
But this guy had a little pep in his step. And he was smiling. And he loved me. And he loved our dogs and our daughter and her friend who was spending the night and our house and the world, but not the skim milk in the fridge.
He even tried to watch a few minutes of this week's taped episode of Glee, but quickly lost interest.
What a win will do for a coach.
The Wildcats notched their first win of the season on Friday, beating the team that wears my name -- Live Oak (LO) -- 12-6. The young kittens had to rally after giving up six runs in the fourth inning.
I kept up with the action on my trusty computer. Well, I did until my husband's iPhone battery gave out in the sixth. I was stuck at 11-6 in the sixth.
So when he called me I had to ask if he had held on to win.
Three hours later he came home, starving and tired. But he went to bed happy.
And the coffee was ready this morning.
Now he's off again all day, playing a double-header in Baton Rouge.
I hope that new guy comes back.
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