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We always talk about how competitive my father was whenever he watched a sporting event. It didn’t matter if it was a Little League baseball game or a professional hockey game, Dad always wanted his team to win. There was no “it’s just a game” with Dad. He only wanted to win. He wasn’t a “scream at the field” kind of spectator. He was always trying to figure out how to make the next game better. During the girls’ first softball game last Saturday, we learned Grammie shared Grampa’s desire to win at all costs. The girls were on the field in the fourth inning when Grammie turned to me and said, “That third basemen can’t stay there. She doesn’t have the arm to throw it to first base.” I looked at her and said, “You know that’s your granddaughter on third base.” She looked at third base, saw the blond twin and replied, “Ok, you're right. And, if they want to win, she can’t go back to third base. She needs to be shortstop or second base because she can’t throw from third to first.” Dad’s competitive streak was legendary. Mom’s seems to be coming out more now that Dad isn’t available to lead the charge. Happily the girls won 8 – 2. It was a good start to their season, even with their third base problems.