Zoë and her coach/hero. This man is awesome. He was so good with all of the girls but especially with Zoë. She really learned alot about herself throughout the season and all because of his positive encouragment. He pushed her harder than I could ever get by with. It says something when every girl on the team felt as if Coach was their own greatest fan.
Zoë in her best position, center field
President and Vice President/Cheerleader of the Zoë Fan Club
Big hitter!
So ... all in all, softball was fun. Despite having only two teams in this age bracket and thus having to play the same team every week at 8:30 every Saturday morning, it was great. I had the one squirmish with a mom on the opposing team who was heckling Zoë while she was at bat. Not my proudest moment but I'd do it again in a heartbeat but perhaps without informing the woman that I was going to break my foot off in her @#$. Apparently the YMCA frowns on that. Who knew? Anywho ... we won every game and this last one was a real nailbiter. We had two outs and were down by 4 runs. You can only score 5 runs during one at bat so we had to score them all to win and we did. Everyone was so excited ... okay - not so much the other team. They seemed a little miffed. I thought about taking the parents aside to teach them valuable lesson of a "teachable moment" - instead of viewing this as a loss, they could have just as easily used it as a lesson in good sportsmanship. I doubt they would have taken it in the manner in which I intended what with the whole aforementioned breaking off of my foot incident. Too soon.
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