|See what I mean|
I played softball from the time I was old enough for coaches pitch until I graduated. It was a HUGE part of my family and took up majority of our summer every year. When I say majority, I mean about 80-90% of our summer. We LIVED at the ball park. A lot of dinners consisted of nachos or McDonald's drive thru at 9:30 or 10pm. I think one summer between my brother and I, we had 90 games. Ninety. My parents were rock stars. One would go with me and one would go with my brother. The next weekend or night there was a conflict, they would switch.
Softball is the one and only thing I miss about high school. Sure, proms were fun and so were football and basketball games. But softball was the best. Even though it caused a lot of back pain (extra vertebrae, messed up tailbone. its a hot mess back there) and there was always some sort of drama (small town sport politics, anybody?) it was always my favorite part. Once March rolled around, I started getting anxious and ready to get rolling. Each season I played less and less because of my back, but I still got to hit. My favorite part. I hated playing in the field so I didn't care. Even after playing softball for 13 years at the point I still couldn't judge a fly ball to save my life. . But stepping up to the plate and hearing the bat meet that perfect pitch. The sweetest sound. Especially when it lands over the fence :)
I've been missing this part of my life lately. But it's that time of year. That time of year when the weather is perfect for a game, or you worry about the rain canceling a conference game. I loved going out to the barn at home after a game and recapping with my dad. The good, the bad and the ugly. I think that's another reason why I've been missing it so much. One of the first things people think of when they think about my dad is baseball. He was known for his pitching in the entire county. I honestly think there are still some grown men who are pissed.
Danny has been encouraging me to get involved with coaching at the high school next year. A couple years ago a family friend asked me if I would be interested in a few years when she took over and drunk Erin that didn't have a baby yet said "SUUUURE!" not realizing how much I really have on my plate. Maybe that will be my motivation to clear some things off and do something for myself. We'll see. But for now, I'll keep thinking about all that sectional championship my senior year. (I sound like such a 40 year old man)