I closed my eyes Sunday and it could have been 40 years ago.
People sat in lawn chairs behind the backstop fence. Parents shouted encouragement from the bleachers. Bats pinged and gloves popped.
Everything seemed similar except the players were softball girls instead of Little League boys.
It used to be derogatory to tell somebody they threw like a girl.
Not any longer.
The young women I saw were polished players who had put years of instruction to excellent use. A shortstop fielded and threw in one fluid motion. Another player dove headfirst on dirt as hard as concrete in a race to second base. Someone also headbutted her way into my niece, who held on to the ball for the out.
At the plate, balls were hit squarely instead of by accident. One was stung so hard it left the yard in a couple of seconds.
It wasn’t baseball but it was good ball.
Bravo, ladies. You are doing the sport proud.