Anyone who knows me is aware that I have been a bit of a jock since I was 5. My dad, through my screaming and tears, put me in cleats and a jersey when I was 5 to play my first game of softball. Story goes that the first time I actually hit the ball, I never turned back. This sport consumed my life. So much so that all my vacations were at a ball field in Florida instead of on a beach.
I like to think that I was pretty damn good at the sport. I was always on the all-star team as a kid, on the best travel teams, came away with a few awards in high school and in college. My friends will probably tell you that I was a bit intense. Not so much as some people, but to them it was a good laugh. No one ever took it as seriously as I did. I thought it was what I was going to do for the rest of my life. Obviously that didn't happen. I get out of college and I have no idea what to do with my afternoons. You would think that any normal person would be swimming in the freedom, but I felt so incredibly bored. I waited until May for summer ball to start and ended up playing co-ed slow pitch. I guess you can call it the losers way of hanging on.
I have played co-ed for about 4 years or so. I do enjoy it, especially since I get to play with a few of my favorite college buddies/players. We laugh and cut-up and kick everyones ass. Well, last night I realized how ridiculously competitive I am. We had a make up game, making this the third game out of 5 or so that I have attended due to rain-outs. We had two extra players come and play with us. They were both a little younger and, like me, played fast pitch or, play fast pitch. I wasn't having the best offensive night. I was hitting hard, mostly to short, having to beat out the throw. I had a few good hits other wise. Well, one of the new girls started hitting shots and burning the guys in the outfield. This is something that I usually do. At one point she hit one that took off and when I got in one of our guys said "Looks like we have another LeAnna on the team". Now I have no idea why, because again this is co-ed, but I was most certainly in denial about this so-called "other LeAnna". I was thinking to myself, 'yeah right' there is no way some little chickie is going to come in here and think she's better than me. After that, I started asking my husband really stupid questions prompting him to be all "OH GOD, HERE WE GO AGAIN. GET OVER IT!".
I'm not really sure where to go from here. Do I find a Softball Rehab Clinic or just kick myself in eyeball. I really miss the sport and the competition, but I think last night was my breaking point to realizing how pathetic I actually am when it comes to playing that sport (slow or fast). I guess it's really hard to let go of the only thing you were ever good at and, harder to find something else you can be good at for the rest of your life.
I like to think that I was pretty damn good at the sport. I was always on the all-star team as a kid, on the best travel teams, came away with a few awards in high school and in college. My friends will probably tell you that I was a bit intense. Not so much as some people, but to them it was a good laugh. No one ever took it as seriously as I did. I thought it was what I was going to do for the rest of my life. Obviously that didn't happen. I get out of college and I have no idea what to do with my afternoons. You would think that any normal person would be swimming in the freedom, but I felt so incredibly bored. I waited until May for summer ball to start and ended up playing co-ed slow pitch. I guess you can call it the losers way of hanging on.
I have played co-ed for about 4 years or so. I do enjoy it, especially since I get to play with a few of my favorite college buddies/players. We laugh and cut-up and kick everyones ass. Well, last night I realized how ridiculously competitive I am. We had a make up game, making this the third game out of 5 or so that I have attended due to rain-outs. We had two extra players come and play with us. They were both a little younger and, like me, played fast pitch or, play fast pitch. I wasn't having the best offensive night. I was hitting hard, mostly to short, having to beat out the throw. I had a few good hits other wise. Well, one of the new girls started hitting shots and burning the guys in the outfield. This is something that I usually do. At one point she hit one that took off and when I got in one of our guys said "Looks like we have another LeAnna on the team". Now I have no idea why, because again this is co-ed, but I was most certainly in denial about this so-called "other LeAnna". I was thinking to myself, 'yeah right' there is no way some little chickie is going to come in here and think she's better than me. After that, I started asking my husband really stupid questions prompting him to be all "OH GOD, HERE WE GO AGAIN. GET OVER IT!".
I'm not really sure where to go from here. Do I find a Softball Rehab Clinic or just kick myself in eyeball. I really miss the sport and the competition, but I think last night was my breaking point to realizing how pathetic I actually am when it comes to playing that sport (slow or fast). I guess it's really hard to let go of the only thing you were ever good at and, harder to find something else you can be good at for the rest of your life.
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