I spent yesterday at the softball field watching my daughter Brooke and her team participate in one of their fast pitch tournaments. I was literally there from Noon until 10 PM. Their last game was supposed to start at 8:00 and it started at about 8:30 PM. I remember at the beginning of the season wondering what the weekend would look like if there was a tournament? Would it keep us from doing what we wanted to do? Would we feel like we weren’t able to accomplish anything? Would it be fun? Would I like it? Then, I talked to my aunt Jennifer whose daughter Shelly played fast pitch for many years. She said, “get ready…it’s expensife, takes a lot of time, and you’re gone every weekend”. But then she said, “and we loved every minute of it. It was a lot of fun”. So, I listened to her and we’ve baby stepped our way into this world. I mean come on…Brooke is only 12. Well, I can honestly say, it was fun and I love it. It wasn’t a waste of my time and I feel like we accomplished a lot.
And when you look at the smile on her face…you know you’re at the right place. I’m so proud of her. She has improved so much with her game. Especially with her hitting. She is doing a great job hitting the ball and getting on base. So, I’m hooked. I’m ready to be the dad that spends the day at the park with his daughter. Again, she’s one of the best things I’ve got going for myself.