Her first game was on Saturday. She was amazing. She hit the ball, she ran the bases - she even fielded alot of balls and threw them to first base. At the end of the game, her coach called her over and presented her with the coveted "Game Ball". He is such a gentlemen about it. He got down on one knee and said such encouraging words to her. The game ball reads:
"Chicken Nugget" (ok obviously it would be her real name, not her blog name)
Tigers vs. Rockies
Saturday, April 12, 2008
"for being the best overall player"
I gotta say - I was really proud of her. I think a part of it, for me, was the fact that I was "the girl" in our family. I wasn't given an option to play sports - my brothers did that. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm sure if I had said to my parents "I want to play baseball" I would have been allowed. I just don't think I even knew it was an option. And as I got older, I wished that I had played a team sport. It's seems like such a fun experience. I digress.
She's good at it. And she was proud of herself. In fact, she slept with the game ball that night and showed anyone and everyone. Good job Chicken Nugget - you rock girl!