Morgan’s first softball game is tomorrow at Valhalla Park in Holt, which means she’ll picking up the career I left behind thirteen years ago when I put down my baseball bat for good and picked up a tennis racket, effectively trading one sport I played terribly for another one I played poorly.
Apparently my dad didn’t even teach Morgan the rules of the game until just a few weeks ago, but I guess she’s already picked things up fairly quickly. The poor girl is short to begin with, and her teammates are all in fifth or sixth grade (she’s in fourth), but it sounds like she’s really been enjoying herself at the practices so far.
Here’s hoping my little sister has more success with softball than her big bro-bro.
NOTE: As you can see in the picture, one of my shortcomings as a player was that I insisted on swinging the bat with one arm tied behind my back. Not surprisingly, I struck out a lot.
happy birthday my cutie!
I just hope I’m not called upon to repeat my umpiring performance from your playing days…
For her sake, I hope not too.
Question: since when does a ball landing on the plate equal a strike?