We Survived Beryl

I don't know what the weathermen were thinking when they placed the entire Georgia coast on tropical storm warnings for the two inches of rain we received last night and the abundant sunshine that left me with tan lines this afternoon. This furthers proves my earlier point that meteorologists like to play tricks.

The boys spent the afternoon outside playing basketball with Opa. Boys against Grandpa.

Just as the seconds ticked away in the last quarter of the game, though, the skies opened with the one rain shower of the day.

Opa suggested that the boys head inside; his glasses were fogging up and he couldn't see very well to shoot. The boys took that as an excuse and told him to wipe the sweat away and keep on playing. They were tied at 98 and needed to make one last shot to win.

Keagan passed the ball to Evan. Opa let the shot go undefended. And the boys won 100 - 98. Opa was relieved. College baseball was calling his name.