Got up at 7 to make it to the fields at 8 this morning. Prin met with a private softball coach for a one-on-one lesson. It was fantastic, and it's going to be a weekly thing!
Being a late comer to the sport, she lacks confidence and basic skills. Being that I've played alot before and am overly passionate about it, there is only so much she will absorb from me. That said, Dave is the MAN. Seeing how excited she was about playing and how well she is doing, he made some calls and chased down a name. Billy.
Mr. Billy has played ball forever. He has put three daughters through college on softball scholorships. He has since put 17 other girls through. He coaches two local all star teams. He is a no shitter, plain talker and seriously hysterical man. He knows his shite!
The idea was one lesson on batting, to boaster her skillz and boost some confidence.
Scratch that idea, she loves him. She worked hard for him, running, batting, learning and all over the place. She was sad when it was over even though she was exhausted.
We're going back every week.
If nothing else because my girl has finally connected with something. She finally is involved in something that she doesn't complain about. She begs me to go play in the yard. She hustles. It's a shocker! It's about time. We have searched high and low for something that she would connect with. BINGO.
The funniest part, Duchess grabbing the big ass bat at the end of practice and wailing a ball past second, left handed. I thought Billy was gonna do a jig. Seems my leftie suddenly wants to play too, but she'll have to wait till next year. But maybe, just maybe she'll pick up some tips from these early Sunday morning lessons.
Softball fever has FINALLY hit my house. I couldn't be happier, or more sore. Crap.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
And It Begins
