Mom to the Rescue

Last week Jesse announced that she was going to play softball with her fellow workers at Halliburton. Keep in mind that Jesse is a mountain girl. She learned to ski at an early age. She did not grow up playing sports like most Texas/Okie girls, or like me who grew up between two brothers and had a father who coached football and track. After the first softball practice, she came home saying that no one on the team was very good. It seemed to be a fun team and not a serious team, which Jesse was glad to know. Last night she went to their second practice, or so she thought. At 8:15 she called and said they had a game, did I want to come watch, and they were short one female player – bring a glove in case they need you. Toby and I jumped in the car and headed to town for the softball game along with my glove that is older than my child. As Toby drove, I worked on my game psyche telling my self, "I can do this. I won’t be the worst player there. I can do this. How long has it been since I played a real game of softball? Maybe they won’t need me." We got there in plenty of time in spite of Jesse's urging us to hurry. She was sitting in the stands with friends from church. In fact one of the older men watching the game is in the Softball Hall of Fame. Wait a minute! You mean I might have to play in front of people who know me? That is a whole other ball of wax. It turns out, that they found some other female to play. I was relieved and disappointed – go figure. Toby and I got to relax and watch the game. There were a few good players that carried the team. Jesse played right field and hind catcher. Several of her good friends were on the opposing team. Both teams were fun loving and it was an enjoyable time. Jesse was right, her team was not very good. I could have done it :)