I
got asked to sub on a ball team tonight in a league that I use to play in when
I first moved here. I had forgotten how to get there, so I had to MapQuest it
and get directions. En route everything
was good and as I continued to follow the directions it all started to become
familiar to me. Then as I turned the last corner into the residential area the
memories flooded back to me...
It was 1998 and I
was new to the city and didn't really know anyone who played ball but as luck
would have it I found a team looking for a girl to play. So I grabbed my gear
and headed out to play for this team of unknowns. Initially I was a little
surprised as it was definitely a smaller league because there weren’t even
fences or an infield where shale would normally be. Needless to say I played
with this team for 2 years and in the second year we won the championship, I
was totally stoked. But then in a turn of bad luck (depending on how you look
at it) I no longer was able to play for the team and they dis-banded.
Eventually I made my way to another league and found a much better team and
league. I am grateful for the time I played in the smaller league but am much
happier where I am.
Weird
how all those memories came flooding back to me with one turn of a corner. I'll
never forget my time there and as I continue to sub for this team as it makes me
appreciate where I am today not only in ball but in life.
Weird how life comes
full circle.
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