Once upon a time, way wayyyy before college, I was on the track team.
But after a couple of early morning practices,
running in the Texas heat, and having nap time taken away,
I decided participating in sports (as opposed to merely being a spectator)
wasn't all that it was cut out to be.
And then on the first day of college when I walked into my dorm room for the first time,
my stranger of a new roommate casually threw in "...and I'm on the softball team."
I know basketball, football, soccer. Swimming. Heck, even ice skating.
The most of an experience I've ever had with softball was Googling
"how to play baseball" my junior year of high school so I could write an article for the yearbook.
...and yet, here we are today:
I live with three varsity softball players.
I've gotten to know the entire team through them,
and I love and admire every single person on it.
I'm so proud of everything that they do -
being a scholar athlete here is hard.
Harder than I've ever imagined or realized,
and I'm only a bystander.
But seeing them do what they do best on the field,
is an incredible treat.
Sometimes, we joke that I'm so obsessed with the team,
that I should become the softball team's manager.
I mean... I'm not opposed.
I just still don't really know anything about the actual sport.
I went to see them play a home game this past Sunday,
and then they had an autograph session right after.
...and you betcha I was there and got my very own
calendar that's signed by the whole team.
Good luck this season, all of you!
I'm so proud!
I'm so proud!