Growing up my sister and I played softball and we LOVED it. I remember one game, I was probably 8 years old, and I didn't think I was going to make it to home plate in time so I slid in face first and I was....SAFE!!! Unfortunately I broke my headband in the process, but I also remember how proud my dad was of me for doing what it took to get to home!! He called me Pete Rose for a couple of days!
Softball was our life in the summer up until we were in about 6th or 7th grade. So when my niece Emily became old enough to register for T-Ball, my sister and I could not have been more excited!
Last weekend was her first game and she was up to bat first! I was so excited! She hit the ball off the "T" and started running right for the pitcher's mound, yes that's right, the pitcher's mound. "Emily, go to first base" we all screamed and pointed. Then the next kid was up to bat. He hit the ball off the "T" and ran to first while Emily stood there on first as well. "Emily, go to second base" we screamed as she ran on her tip toes like a ballerina to second base! At first I was frustrated since I thought for sure she would be the best player on the team, but then I just had to laugh.
Next, she played second base. I went and stood behind her to get some good shots of her potentially catching the ball. To my surprise I got some good shots of her drawing hearts in the dirt and writing her name....she was so proud of her art work too! As many balls were hit and other little kids scooped them up by her, she turned around with her lower lip out and a sad face and said "Lala, all the other kids are catching the ball first." "Well Emily, you need to keep your eye on the ball." That lasted about 3 seconds and it was back to drawing in the dirt!
I think my sister and I have faced the facts and now know that Emily will not be going to the Olympics for fast pitch softball anytime in the near future, but she sure is cute!
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