Dreams of Playing College Softball!

When comes to any sport, such as fast pitch softball, it takes more than just determination and drive to accomplish a dream that you have had since you were only four or five years old. A dream that you developed because of a special talent that became more and more apparent as you developed as a young girl. Your drive and determination became even more intense because of the attention your three older brothers received instead of you.

You had to fight for that attention by putting in the long hours of training and practice. You would get up early in the morning and go off to the seven day a week, two to three hours a day practices at the softball field. When the tournaments were near the practices were held twice a day and you never complained even once. The heat of the day would reach over a hundred and you would be unhappy that the coach would shorten the practices.

Took a fastball to the mouth…

I can still remember the day you were playing third base for the high school softball team as a seventh grader and took a fastball to the mouth. You fell to the ground and spit out some blood. I came running onto the field along with everyone else to a determined young girl that got herself up, dusted herself off and wanted to stay in !he game. Although your mouth was still bleeding and your bottom teeth were knocked backwards into your mouth, I could only hold you out for the rest of the inning before you demanded to go back in. That without question showed me just who you were and who you would become.

I still get so proud when you take the field as a young ninth grader who played for the Junior Varsity Softball Team as an eighth grader. Your ability to pitch the softball is just amazing. The intensity, speed, and accuracy of the softball across the plate makes my head spin. It didn't just happen though. It took hours and hours of practicing over the winter while everyone else sat in front of the television set.

You would practice in zero degree weather …

You would practice in zero degree weather. Although inside a metal shed without heat, you would be down to your short sleeve shirt before you had completed you routine pitching practice. I remember very clearly because I was on the receiving end of those pitches with my heavy coat and still freezing.

You would wind up and pitch that ball with such power that I was intimidated even as someone that spent twelve year~ in the Marine Corps. That ball would come at me from forty five feet away like a bullet shot from a gun.

I can still remember when I would lose track of a pitch and catch in on my shin or somewhere else and have the scars to prove it. One missed pitch almost ended me up in the hospital for a week. The doctor wondered how it was possible to get a bruise and swelling like that from a fourteen year old girl pitching a softball.

You had ice water in your veins…

I can still remember the last tournament last year when you pitched almost every game of a six game schedule in one day. You were only thirteen then and still had the nerves of a mature woman. You had ice water in your veins. The temperature outside was well over one hundred degrees and pitching five games in that heat is unbelievable. No one could have taken that ball away no matter what. It was and is in your blood to be a great softball pitcher.

Unfortunately long hours and dedication sometimes is not quite enough when someone that has your talent but can't get the exposure that is required to make it. To get that exposure it takes attending multiple tournaments each season. It takes the right equipment. It takes hours in a heated facility over the winter to practice. It takes hotel rooms and food at the tournaments. Not just all tournaments, but the ones where college coaches will be.

I know that you have what it takes to be the very best pitcher and player. I know your dream of playing for the USA Softball Team is a real one. You have everything that it takes to do just that.

God will grant you that dream of playing college ball…

I am sorry though that you have been born into a family that just can't afford to do all these things! A father that lies awake at night and prays that God will grant you that dream of playing college softball. A father that knows that if he had the money to make your dream come true he would do it in a second. But your father doesn't. And for that I am deeply sorry sweetheart!

Sometimes it does help to be luck! Sometimes money does stand in the way no matter how good you are. Sometimes love is not enough! I wished I could have been better for you sweetheart!

Don't ever forget that your Daddy loves you no matter if you play for the USA Team or are a dishwasher. You're loved!

If there is anyone that can help a very talented young woman make her dreams come true, I can't tell you how much as a father I would appreciate it! I could never put it into words, but just know that you would be greatly appreciated!

Good Luck and May God Bless You!