Reflection on the first game…

on April 27, 2009

Well, I’m not going to lie, it could have been better. But, it also could have been worse. Unfortunately, the team we played had something we don’t have, a pitcher. I adore my little girls and bless their hearts they tried, however, we just haven’t found our pitcher yet.

There’s a six run rule which means at the point a team scores six runs in an inning, that half of the inning is over and the other team gets a turn. There’s also a rule that no game should exceed 90 minutes, but for some reason that rule wasn’t followed. Lovely.

Anywho, it took two hours to complete three innings (yes, that’s as painful as it sounds) and all done in nearly 100 degree heat. I kid you not, it was a mostly unpleasant experience. And I have the sunburn to show for it. (Yes, I took sun block. No, I did not put it on. *sigh*) But once the parents saw there’s was more than little old me could handle alone, they hopped off those bleachers and did a great job to help me out. I really appreciated that.

So the final score was 18 to 15. We came up three runs short due to a couple of girls I couldn’t convince to stop swinging at bad pitches. But I appreciate how much they wanted to hit the ball. And the ones who did hit the ball did a terrific job. It’s nice to know that the majority of our runs came from hitting and not walks or beamed batters. The beamed batters thing is a whole other subject.

We have two practices before our next game and if I’m correct, the team we play Saturday is a group smaller and with less experience than us, so it’s going to be another long (in time) short (in innings) game. It’ll be pitching, pitching, pitching all week. Maybe my kiddo will have some luck. If nothing else I know she’ll be able to get it across the plate. Now, getting it over without killing anyone is another question…

Anyone else spending time at the ball field these days? Anyone else have an extremely uneven and splotchy tan like I do? I suggest buying stock in anyone producing aloe as I’m pretty much keeping them in business.

Another New Adventure Begins or Bats in My Belfry

on March 27, 2009

I have been remiss in updating this blog, but I have a good reason. I wish I could say it was because I was writing the next great American novel, but no. I had a major project due for school and when I wasn’t working on it, because lets be honest and admit I put it off way longer than I should have, I was thinking and stressing about it. But, it was turned in this Tuesday (almost complete *sigh*) so other than a couple of final exams, I’m done for the next few weeks. Whoot!

Then I begin the slide into home. Which is ironic as I’ve gone and done something insane that will require me to teach little girls how to slide into home. That’s right, while writing my final paper for school (and taking a sociology course) I’ll be coaching eleven little girls, ages 7 to 9, in modified fast pitch softball. Have I coached softball before? Nope.

I’m still not sure what possessed me to volunteer. Rather, I know what possessed me I just wish I’d had the willpower to fight the need to be the savior. You see, my daughter’s team had no coach and if someone didn’t step forward, they were going to have to refund the money and seven little girls would not get to play. Since the four that would be moved to the other two teams would be based on who registered first, there’s a chance my kiddo would still get to play. But I didn’t know for sure and I didn’t want the other girls to lose out. So, I stepped forward. Damn it.

We are the Neptunes and our first practice is this coming Monday. I figure for the next few months at least I’ll have an interesting blog topic. (Like how parents react when you curse from the center of the field.) So far, the only girl on my team I know has played before is my own daughter. Which means we’re starting from scratch and I have less than a month to teach these little girls everything they need to know about the game of softball. I played for almost 15 years, so I know the game. Which means I also know there’s no way I can teach them everything they need to know in less than a month. Not with 120 minutes worth of practice a week.

But I’m staying positive. Some parents have already offered to step forward and help out. So I’m running on the idea that all of these girls have been gifted with natural talent and this is going to be a dream gig. I’ve decided they can call me Coach T and as soon as I get used to the fact that that’s me, I’ll try to answer as best I can.

Have you ever done something you knew wasn’t the best idea but you just couldn’t stop yourself? Did it turn out well? Any coaching advice? Anyone have any spare medication they’d like to send my way?