Hello friends and loyal readers. I must begin with an apology. Due to a rather packed spring break week, you might have noticed my blog for last weekend was a bit absent. As they say, there is not rest for the weary-or the student athlete. So I apologize, and I hope you will be okay with me using this week’s blog to share some from both last weekend and this weekend.
Last weekend we hopped on a plane and flew to the quaint, little town of Houston, Texas-you might have heard of it. We headed directly from the airport to the home of Caitlin Plocheck, our sophomore first baseman. Plo, as we like to call her, had been telling us all week of the Mexican fiesta her family had planned for us once we arrived.
We were told stories of homemade tamales and sopapilla cheesecake. It absolutely did not disappoint. Upon arrival we took a quick but informative house tour then proceeded to eat ourselves full of tamales, five different kinds of salsa, and rice and beans. Just when we thought we couldn’t possibly eat anymore, the sopapilla cheesecake magically appeared.
The food absolutely far exceeded expectations, but no one was prepared for what came next: Karaoke. A little known fact about the Lipscomb University softball team, we LOVE to sing. We love to sing loudly, obnoxiously, and just a tad off key. While we acknowledge that few of us would make it past the first round of American Idol, we don’t let that stop us from belting it out.
Mandy Jordan stared us off with a few rounds of Shania Twain and Reba. With our opening act having worked up the crowd, Kelly Young and I brought down the house with “Friends in Low Places” and “The Thunder Rolls”. The songs and laughter went on like this for hours. Malorie’s Taylor Swift and Kiley’s Adele were great but no one could touch J.J.’s moving rendition of “Roxanne” by The Police.
The night could not have been more perfect. Thank you to the Plochecks for giving these 19 girls a slice of home away from home!
This weekend we opened up conference play with a home series against our conference rival, USC Upstate. We greeted the first day of spring with weather in the forties and even a few snow flurries.
Sunday we were joined with the 10U team, the Lady Flames. They ran out onto the field with us, cheered their hearts out during the whole time, and met us with huge smiles and Sharpies asking for autographs after the game.
These little girls were a wonderful reminder of the joy of the game that sometimes becomes lost in the shuffle of competition at this level. Win or lose, they were so happy to be there sharing the day with people who love what they love.
While I wish I were bringing you the story of a series win, I bring you instead the story of a team which has made nearly a 180-degree turn from the beginning of the season and is nowhere close to done.
About three weeks ago, we sat down as a team and decide who we want to be and how we will accomplish that goal. We decided to be fighters. That is not all we decided, but it is the thing that has driven us in our last few games and will continue to drive us as we move on through conference.
There is something special about this team. We said we want to be fighters, and we are. We are fighting no matter the name on the jersey in the other dugout or the numbers on the scoreboard.
I am here to tell you this week that our fight has just begun. I hope you are as excited as I am to see where it takes us.
This week I am thankful for warm weather, tamales, and karaoke. I am also thankful for an empty college campus, growth, and smiles of young players.
Until Next Time,