While I am not a huge, gung-ho sports spectator, I do like to watch some professional football and baseball from time to time. I am a bigger fan of watching my son Jonathan play baseball and soccer and my daughter Ashley be a cheerleader. Ashley has never been that interested in sports except for the two years she played T-ball and a year of softball.
The summer Ashley was going to turn 10 she decided to give softball a try. I knew after a couple of practices that Ashley was going to have a tough year. The coach was competitive and yelled at the girls when they didn’t do as she wanted them to do. Ashley didn’t take too kindly to someone yelling at her, especially when she hadn’t played softball in about five years.
As the season progressed, Ashley improved some, but she just wasn’t getting into playing softball as she had T-ball when she was four and five years old. She was always either sitting on the bench or in the outfield.
While in the outfield, she seemed to always either have an inning where she just stood or didn’t get the ball when it was hit to her. Of course, the coach yelled at her when Ashley didn’t field the ball the way she wanted.
Toward the end of the season, the coach wasn’t there for a game so the assistant coach was in charge. One of the better players was gone as well. As usual Ashley was put into the outfield. The team had one of those innings where no matter what they did they couldn’t get the three outs they needed to end the inning. It was like watching the keystone cops with a softball.
When the team only needed one out, one member of the opposing team hit the ball to the right field, right to where Ashley stood. The spectators held their breath wondering whether Ashley would catch it. We all started cheering while Ashley stood there stunned. I watched her turn her mitt over and find the ball tucked neatly in the pocket of her mitt. The other girls on the team were cheering and jumping up and down. The inning was finally over, and Ashley was the one who finally made it happen. It was just too bad the coach hadn’t been there to see it.
After softball was over, Ashley decided she didn’t want to play anymore. Sports just weren’t her thing even though I thought differently. I thought she would make a good softball player, but I couldn’t convince her otherwise. I would just have to be content watching her as a cheerleader and singing in choir and leave the sports to my son.
To all the budding sportsmen out there, keep in mind that aside from hardwork and sincerity, the most important thing that you need to have is interest in the field and what you think of it is what matters and the practice session should feel like 안전토토사이트 that needs to be followed honestly.