I switched between catcher and third base in town ball. The girls that had been on the team last year mostly took up the infield, so I was stuck out in left field whenever I was played. It taught me how to show support for my teammates, even when I’m not getting much ball action. I had to back up third base, that was one of my major responsibilities and I made sure to sprint there whenever a ball headed its way. Since I was still in middle school, Chi-Town was pretty much a year round endeavor. We practiced three times a week, with tournaments on the weekends, and on top of that, I still had batting lessons. Softball was my life. This team was the last time I ever enjoyed the sport. I bonded with the girls, becoming good friends with them. We would communicate and see each other outside of practice and tournaments. I felt a part of the team. I was a part of a new family. It taught me how to get to know people and how to forge relationships with them. I was placed on second base in the summer tournaments, where I, not too sound cocky, rocked. I would dive for balls if they weren’t in my reach, making any effort I could to stop them. I would come home covered in filth and I loved every second of it. My hitting was on par and I was having fun. Unfortunately, that was the last time I ever enjoyed the
I switched between catcher and third base in town ball. The girls that had been on the team last year mostly took up the infield, so I was stuck out in left field whenever I was played. It taught me how to show support for my teammates, even when I’m not getting much ball action. I had to back up third base, that was one of my major responsibilities and I made sure to sprint there whenever a ball headed its way. Since I was still in middle school, Chi-Town was pretty much a year round endeavor. We practiced three times a week, with tournaments on the weekends, and on top of that, I still had batting lessons. Softball was my life. This team was the last time I ever enjoyed the sport. I bonded with the girls, becoming good friends with them. We would communicate and see each other outside of practice and tournaments. I felt a part of the team. I was a part of a new family. It taught me how to get to know people and how to forge relationships with them. I was placed on second base in the summer tournaments, where I, not too sound cocky, rocked. I would dive for balls if they weren’t in my reach, making any effort I could to stop them. I would come home covered in filth and I loved every second of it. My hitting was on par and I was having fun. Unfortunately, that was the last time I ever enjoyed the