GAME ON.
By Tori Uhland. . . . . . . . .Softball is one of my greatest passions...I live for it. Nothing in the world is better than those summer nights spent on the diamond underneath the night sky and the bright lights. The crack of the bat, the whoosh of the ball, the voice of the umpire, the beat of footsteps...music to my ears.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Our Sport
What people don't understand is that softball isn't just a sport. It's a way of life. What people don't see is how hard we work at practice to prepare for that big game, just the winning or losing fight under the lights every Thursday night with the smell of hotdogs and fresh chalk in the air. What people can't see and what they will never in a million years understand is what makes us push on, why we want it so bad, and how the chalk and dirt run through our veins. We are viewed as little girls just passing the time away, but that isn't true at all. I bet they think we're all little girls after that game when the visions of our blood, sweat, and tears litter that field with the memory of our fight. When people don't take our sport seriously, that's one thing. But when they think we don't take it seriously, that's another - it's one step over that line that that they shouldn't have crossed.
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