S Club Mama

I grew up in a small town. Seriously small - under 300 people. I graduated with 30some kids and 11 of us went through school together K-12. There wasn't much to do in our town other than get in trouble and play sports. I got in plenty of trouble but I played my share of sports, too. I started to play t-ball when I was about five and I continued until I was 19. Our team was a town team to start, no tryouts, just pay and join. I always was a little scared of the ball so I enjoyed playing outfield. When a few of us went to the nearest big town to play softball, I started to really specialize in outfield. I loved the feeling of making a big catch, throwing it home, and getting that girl out, too! As much as I played and loved the sport of softball, it wasn't something I was naturally gifted at like some incredible girls I played with. I had to work very hard to play, especially hit the ball. I was a consistent batter but never anything really special. I liked to step in the buc...

As some of you (aka my real-life friends) may know, I used to play softball. Actually I used to live softball. I played for 14 years (yes, that's right). I played from when I was 5 years old (or approximately that) until the summer season after my first (and only) college season. So I was, what?, 19 when I stopped playing. I felt it was time for me to give it up as I just wasn't enjoying the game much (and not playing barely at all). Let me just say that I was an ok player. I didn't have the talent as many of my teammates but I had the passion, drive, and determination that made me a hard worker. Plus, if I do say so myself, I was a DARN good outfielder. Batting, not so much. I was a solid hitter but nothing special. Anyway, after a college season of not playing (like, ever), I didn't really see my playing time having much opportunity the following year. BUT really, my r eal real reason for not playing was God. I just felt like He was telling me that I was too competiti...