I watched a teeny baseball game of little girls, all in pink baseball caps and little pink and white uniforms, the parents were quietly watching in the stands. The cameras were all over the place (I was there to watch one of my sons games in 9 to 10 age group). Anyway, one of the little cuties hit the ball off the tee (that sent the parents into joy, she actually hit it) then she proceeded to “run” to first base when a gust of wind took off her little pink cap, she stopped and knelt down to retrieve it, put it on, stood up and went on to make it to first. The parents’ looks were priceless, amazement then applause, gosh they were so fun to watch, even my son smiled, shook his head and walked to the parking lot. What happy memories.
He was sent back to the minor leagues after the game.
Both my daughters played Bobby Sox softball. One day I was walking to the car with one of them after a practice when she said, "This is so much fun! I wish I had started sooner." I replied, "Well, I tried to get you interested the last couple of years." She said, "Why didn't you just make me?"