I have softball practice tonight, even though it's only October and our Jamboree isn't even until February, but that's good becuase we aren't going to be any good at all this year. We lost 5 players and a coach, plus we're having a JV team that we're going to end up coaching, and there is going to be a lot of mess on our team with the 7th and 8th graders because our "coach" probably isn't going to actually separate us into two teams.
And our catcher's little sister has a guaranteed spot on the team even though:
a) she's in 7th grade
b) most of us weren't even allowed to try out in 8th grade
c) notice above the words TRY OUT. Yeah, we all had to do that.
d) she's not really even that good. I mean, she's pretty good for HER AGE, but she is definitely not the best thing that has stepped on that field, not even for her age.
So she is coming to practice tonight, even though it is for us already on the team; we even put it together becuase we know we need to start practicing early this year. Plus, she's been doing all our fundraisers, so of course, we all feel that we are getting robbed, becuase we all had to work really hard for our spots, and she just walks in the school and has it handed to her on a silver platter.
Whew! I just got back, and I'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. Danggg, I"m out of shape. Apparently, this was a practice where anyone could come, try-outers included. Blechh. They didn't do much though.
Wooo! Who's the new varsity first-baseman? Me! Oh yeahh.