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Sunburned smiles
Apr. 19th, 2004 08:45 pmWe didn't lose so badly today. Really - we only lost by 17 runs, a vast improvement over our previous loss of 38. And the team we lost to this time really wasn't any worse than the first team. We were just a whole helluva lot better.
I'm proud of my girls. They pulled through (our pitcher in particular was spectacular today) and gave the other team a run for its money until we suffered quite a few runs by the opposition in the second inning. The third and fourth innings were 1-2-3, though, which makes me happy for the infielders, who performed some spectacular feats in their positions.
I thought Coach was going to put me at second base for a long time, but he left me catching, which is perfectly fine with me. I love the feeling of being behind the plate, of being intimately involved with each pitch that touches my glove. I love shouting encouragement to the pitcher, sucking up to the umpire (because let's face it - he's the one calling the balls and strikes), blocking the plate, and telling the infielders where to throw the ball. When the team loses, the pitcher and I get a good deal of the blame; when we do well, we receive most of the credit. I love standing in front of a player charging in from second, catching the ball thrown on a line from the outfield, and bending to make the tag. It's exhilarating.
It's also hot. Today it was at least in the mid-eighties, and the air was humid. The sun shone unmercifully, which means that I now have a rich red burn across my upper cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I don't care. It's worth it to be outside, playing in the sun, instead of cooped up indoors with a textbook. I envy young children and their ability to spend their time as they choose. They don't realize - I know I didn't realize, at least - that they'll soon have to budget their precious hours, decide that they can't play, decide instead to study.
I spend my time smiling, though. Life's too short to spend it moping, grumbling, complaining, or wondering what if I had? I want to wonder What will happen if I?. Those are entirely different questions.
I'm proud of my girls. They pulled through (our pitcher in particular was spectacular today) and gave the other team a run for its money until we suffered quite a few runs by the opposition in the second inning. The third and fourth innings were 1-2-3, though, which makes me happy for the infielders, who performed some spectacular feats in their positions.
I thought Coach was going to put me at second base for a long time, but he left me catching, which is perfectly fine with me. I love the feeling of being behind the plate, of being intimately involved with each pitch that touches my glove. I love shouting encouragement to the pitcher, sucking up to the umpire (because let's face it - he's the one calling the balls and strikes), blocking the plate, and telling the infielders where to throw the ball. When the team loses, the pitcher and I get a good deal of the blame; when we do well, we receive most of the credit. I love standing in front of a player charging in from second, catching the ball thrown on a line from the outfield, and bending to make the tag. It's exhilarating.
It's also hot. Today it was at least in the mid-eighties, and the air was humid. The sun shone unmercifully, which means that I now have a rich red burn across my upper cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I don't care. It's worth it to be outside, playing in the sun, instead of cooped up indoors with a textbook. I envy young children and their ability to spend their time as they choose. They don't realize - I know I didn't realize, at least - that they'll soon have to budget their precious hours, decide that they can't play, decide instead to study.
I spend my time smiling, though. Life's too short to spend it moping, grumbling, complaining, or wondering what if I had? I want to wonder What will happen if I?. Those are entirely different questions.
