The girls got their softball uniforms today. Shirt, visors, and matching stirrup socks. They are totally out-of-their-minds excited. The colors will dictate the names of their teams, and though (I think) the team names are already decided, we spent all of dinner coming up with new names.
I was on a softball team when I was in sixth grade. It was a total disaster. I was a dancer, not athletic at all, but I wanted to keep up with my sporty friends. For some reason it was decided that I should be the pitcher. I was terrible. I took forever to throw the ball because I wanted it to be "just right." A strike every time. That was my goal. I once walked 14 people in a row. I cycled through an entire team roster. Twice. Yeah, I think we lost that game.
I had no business being on that field. I was much happier in the dance studio making up lyrical routines to Chicago's "Hard to Say I'm Sorry." Tears, I'm telling you. You would've been verklempt.
Plus, dancers have way better uniforms costumes.
