Uh huh, this is my shit. All the girls stomp your feet like this.
Sometimes I wonder why I quite softball. A sport that I*ve loved & played ever since I was 8. It used to be my life. I would go out & throw the ball with my dad& go to the batting cages everyday. I remember my first year playing. It was on the Rollins Lock Ladies. We were the best. We killed everyone. We were even in the newspaper. (I have the article& pic. in my room) When it were time to play the championship, they moved us up to 14&under, we were a 10&under team. We played the Spice Girls. I was freakin' cold outside. There was hot chocolate though. & it really didn*t matter because I was having a blast the whole time. I played short stop. We ended up losing that game. But it was ok. I played my best& had fun. Thats really what it*s all about. The next team I was on was the Stealers. We were pretty good. The team decided to become a travel team in the spring. We changed our names to the Bandits. We would have practice everyday for about 2-3 hours. & every weekend we would go to a differnt place& play a tournament. The first game would start at about 7 & the last would end at like 12. Then after we would all go to the hotel swimmin pool& goof off till like 3 am. It was sooo fun. Playing softball was all I wanted to do. I had coaches from other teams come up to me a ask me to play for them& tell me that I was really good. But somewhere along the line something happened that I really don*t know what. My parents forced me off the travel team. I was really upset. I still played for the league though. I think my parents lost thier support for me so they stopped coming to my games as much. They used to come watch us at practice with all the other parents. We were like this huge family. They said that they just are too busy& have no time. So I started to miss practice, so I didn*t play in the games as much. I started to loose my touch. Then I started to not like to play. My position went. So I played outfield. In 14& under softball, balls rarely go that far. Only grounders. Not line drives, not really high pop ups, not really fast balls. Just slow grounders. I hated outfield. I told my coach but nothing really happened. It basically went down hill from there.
Last year I played school ball on JV. I was going to pitch. I worked& tried so hard to do good. But I only was pitching for about 2 years at that time. I was ok. But I guess it really didn*t really work out. So someone else pitched as I sat the bench the whole year. I was goofing off with my BWOA Sara. lol But inside I was really depressed. Watching my team play out there on the field. I wanted to play short stop, but some else had it. So that whole season I sat there. Happy onthe outside. Pissed, disappointed, & depressed with my self. How could I let this slip??? This year I ran track which is ok. I have to varsity softball coach coming up to me begging me to play for him. But for some reason I said no. I have no idea why. I miss playing it sooo bad. I miss playing at Water Works under the lights then running around the field drinking gatoraid spilling it all over my jersey. I miss the feeling I get at short stop. I miss the team. I miss everything about this sport. I want to play again soo bad. So why did I quite??
I cried typing this whole thing. I love softball soooo much.