Hello, people! Thought I'd let you know I was still alive! I know I wrote for three nights in a row, and then quit writing for a couple days (nothing has really happened to write about).
Currently, I am sitting here with my grandparents watching the MLB playoffs. I. Love. Baseball. (And I love it when my Maw-Maw brings me early Halloween candy.) Baseball is kind of the sport I grew up with. My dad forced me to play little league when I was about seven, and I was the only girl on the team. I was really bad, but, luckily, we had the best team in our age group. Next year, I played too, being the only other girl on the team. Year after that, I played softball, and I absolutely loved it! I don't play now, but I'm seriously considering playing next year. (My brothers play each year still.)
I wasn't planning on talking about this, but I thought I'd talk about that first baseball team I was on for two years. I had the best little league coach ever. I'll always remember him; he was awesome! He taught me all the important things about baseball. ALWAYS run through first base, even when they've already caught your pop fly. NEVER swing the bat with just one hand. NEVER be seen standing like a ballerina (one leg behind the other) in the out field. I watched my coach when he won every game, and when he hardly won any games (my brothers played for him also). And well....Coach is just one of those people you remember for some reason. You are the reason I fell in love with baseball, Coach. So if you're reading, thank you so much! I know you're still influencing your teams now like you influenced me then.
But anyway...still watching the playoffs here. Go Giants!!! I'm normally a Braves fan...but Buster Posey played for FSU! And well....he is kinda cute too. ;)
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