What is it about softball that pulls me back? What is it about softball that makes me WANT to practice in my spare time, that causes me to ENJOY playing in the rain? Softball calls me like no other sport I have played does. Every other one (even fencing) did not inspire the drive to obsessively practice in my spare time.
This is not a comparison about softball and baseball. The real difference between those two is how people PERCEIVE them. They tend to think of baseball as important, and softball as its weaker cousin, which girls play because they don’t have the strength for baseball.
Silly rabbit, softball is for girls.
Softball is about the MIND. Sure, being athletic helps, but in the end, it is about concentration and drive. If you can’t believe you’ll catch the ball, you won’t catch the ball.
Watch a pitcher. Watch their face. Watch them take a deep breath and relax. If your mind isn’t empty, you aren’t going to be able to throw a complex pitch.
In the end, if you’re concentrating, and you keep your mind free of clutter (let your reactions flow) you can play softball. Passably.
In one day I will be free!!!! FOR TEN GLORIOUS WEEKS! Good bye Kozak and José Martín! Good bye confusing Geometry! Good bye essays! FREEDOM!!!!!!!!
Sorry that I haven’t updated in forever. Softball has kept me very busy.
Hopefully, there should be some new posts in a week or two, since the school year is almost over. Here are some pending topics:
1) My softball team(s)
2) The most useful question at my school
3) Why the girls in my gym class are the key to success in inter-gym-class rivalries
Ta-ta (for now)
So, my school recently put on The Mystery of Edwin Druid, a musical. I, who wanted good seats, community service hours, and a free ticket, volunteered to usher.
It was certainly very interesting.
For one thing, I had to be there an hour before, and spent most of the time standing around awkwardly with the other freshmen usher, not saying anything. Occasionally a senior theater person would come around and tell us to do something, but basically just acted all uppity.
The play was very good- the audience chooses the ending- look it up, and it was a good 2 and 1/2 hours.
Except for the intermission.
Handing out programs was not so bad, but during the intermission, my job was to make sure that no one brought food into the theater.
So there I was, standing at the door, yelling at seniors and elderly people “You can’t bring food into the theater” (since most of the time they had got partially in). What was worse, is that people would openly sneak food into purses and then when called out on it would be all like “oh, that water bottle? How did that get there?”
Probably the worst part was, the last time I came to the school play, I snuck in a cup of cider.