I love coaching softball. I honestly love everything about it i think. Oh sure, I whine about the sun and the wind and the rain. I often time speak ill of the long hours and 1000's of miles spent in a bus or on the road recruiting. I have even blamed softball for my "singleness". Softball is just a game, but the impact I get to have on young adults is overwhelming. Don't get me wrong, my impact is about 50/50 positive to negative, but it's an impact just the same.
I was sitting out at the field Friday night alone as the sun finished it's work and the stars clocked in for their shift, and I realized how at piece I was being there. We had our opening round regional tournament less then 12 hours later and I was anxious, nervous, excited, but at that time there was a piece. I pray a lot on the field, mostly for forgiveness for the foul words that just passed over my lips, but prayer is prayer. And we pray a lot as a team. Before and after games, dinners when we can, and sometimes we just pray against the enemy after a bad dream or preminition.
I love great effort and great plays. I love the smell of the grass and the pop of the leather. I love seeing the smiles on the faces when we win, and love sharing the pain of a loss. I love calling a squeeze and it working. I love yelling at the umpires when they screw up only to laugh with them about it later. I love early morning practice and late night bp under the lights. I love seeing a kid covered in dirt with a light dusting of blood. I love seeing first college homeruns and game winning hits. I love the lessons learned from losses and humility gained. I love the National Anthem being played at the start of a double header.
As you can see there is little about this game I don't somehow love. I think I may have married my mistress. haha We are in the regional Championship game today at 1pm. Winner goes to nationals. Keep us in your thoughts.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Random
Oh it has been a while since I have blogged and I know you guys have all missed me so. I have a lot on my mind but no real organization so this is just going to be truly random.
We host, and play in our regional tournament this weekend starting Saturday at 9:30 and I am nervous, and excited, and ready. I always think of a line from armagedeon when the owen wilson character is gettig strapped into the space shuttle and he says "im like 90% excited and 10% scared, or maybe it's 90% scared and 10% excited, that's what makes it so intense." I'm not scared, I don't think. :) I do love to win though. Not so much for me but for the 17 girls who work for things like this all their little lives. Over-bearing dads, no summers for the past 10 years, travel from coast-to-coast to qualify for a tournament that ends up being just a battle of attrition. They are a unique group. I am proud of them and they always have an impact on my life. Thank you.
My Aunt Sandra passed aways this past week. My Uncle Lawrence passed about a month ago. Both were such unique people. Uncle Lawrence was always "older" in my eyes growing up so i was always to impatient to get to know him the way I probably should. He was married to one of the most amazing, beautiful, kind heartest woman of God that I have ever known. One thing you need to understand is i am not an extremely impatient man, nor was i as a child. But Uncle Lawrence could very well have been the most intentional talker I have ever met. He had stories for days about coal mines and california and his kids and karate and grand kids, to put it simply, he was never at a loss for words, once you got him going. Now unlike me, he didn't have to be the center of every conversation, he actually could sit there and say nothing for hours. But if you sat down to visit with him and ask him a question be ready for an answer. He was a good man and I love him.
Aunt Sandra....lake brownwood, wood floors, unique smell, amazing smile and spirit, beautiful, and asparagus. Thats what I think of when I think of aunt sandra. Now this my sound weird but its my blog so deal with it. Aunt sandra was the classic beauty as much as she was "hot". Now don't judge me, i didn't have some weird edipus syndrome type thing but she was always fit, always tan, always had great hair, always young. She always had the energy and enthusiasm of a cheerleader combined with a love for the Lord and life that made her amazing. She always made us eat asparagus when we would visit in the summer. I hated asparagus...a few months ago my buddy grilled some...it was amazing. I could have swam a whole lot more if she had only known this secret. She past this past Sunday, on monday I just found out about it and I walked by a swimming pool and that unique smell....was everywhere. I love her dearly.
Seriously, Stop judging me on the "aunt sandra was hot" thing. And I don't want to hear any mess from any of you at the next family reunion...which seems to be funerals these days.
Well, we just one our first game of regionals. We play about 4:00 against Midland. I am ready. Talk to you again soon.
We host, and play in our regional tournament this weekend starting Saturday at 9:30 and I am nervous, and excited, and ready. I always think of a line from armagedeon when the owen wilson character is gettig strapped into the space shuttle and he says "im like 90% excited and 10% scared, or maybe it's 90% scared and 10% excited, that's what makes it so intense." I'm not scared, I don't think. :) I do love to win though. Not so much for me but for the 17 girls who work for things like this all their little lives. Over-bearing dads, no summers for the past 10 years, travel from coast-to-coast to qualify for a tournament that ends up being just a battle of attrition. They are a unique group. I am proud of them and they always have an impact on my life. Thank you.
My Aunt Sandra passed aways this past week. My Uncle Lawrence passed about a month ago. Both were such unique people. Uncle Lawrence was always "older" in my eyes growing up so i was always to impatient to get to know him the way I probably should. He was married to one of the most amazing, beautiful, kind heartest woman of God that I have ever known. One thing you need to understand is i am not an extremely impatient man, nor was i as a child. But Uncle Lawrence could very well have been the most intentional talker I have ever met. He had stories for days about coal mines and california and his kids and karate and grand kids, to put it simply, he was never at a loss for words, once you got him going. Now unlike me, he didn't have to be the center of every conversation, he actually could sit there and say nothing for hours. But if you sat down to visit with him and ask him a question be ready for an answer. He was a good man and I love him.
Aunt Sandra....lake brownwood, wood floors, unique smell, amazing smile and spirit, beautiful, and asparagus. Thats what I think of when I think of aunt sandra. Now this my sound weird but its my blog so deal with it. Aunt sandra was the classic beauty as much as she was "hot". Now don't judge me, i didn't have some weird edipus syndrome type thing but she was always fit, always tan, always had great hair, always young. She always had the energy and enthusiasm of a cheerleader combined with a love for the Lord and life that made her amazing. She always made us eat asparagus when we would visit in the summer. I hated asparagus...a few months ago my buddy grilled some...it was amazing. I could have swam a whole lot more if she had only known this secret. She past this past Sunday, on monday I just found out about it and I walked by a swimming pool and that unique smell....was everywhere. I love her dearly.
Seriously, Stop judging me on the "aunt sandra was hot" thing. And I don't want to hear any mess from any of you at the next family reunion...which seems to be funerals these days.
Well, we just one our first game of regionals. We play about 4:00 against Midland. I am ready. Talk to you again soon.
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