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I Miss the Comradery of Being on a Sports activities Group

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Softball was one present my father gave me. He (when he wasn’t drunk) and I spent hours throwing a softball within the asphalt playground subsequent to the residence constructing during which I grew up. He was nonetheless important and demanding: You’re throwing like a goddamn woman. Put your weight into it.

One in all my favourite reminiscences was that in February, proper after my birthday handed on the mid-month mark, he and I might take out my softball glove and oil it down with mineral oil till it was soaked. We’d take an outdated softball, place it within the pocket of the glove, wrap it tightly with an Ace bandage, and put it within the backside of my closet. Dad defined that this was crucial with the intention to form the pocket of the glove for the upcoming season. After I bought to highschool, after he stopped consuming, after he stopped medicating his melancholy with the alcohol and have become too depressed to barely get off the bed, he stopped becoming a member of in our ritual. I used to be excited as a result of I’d made the highschool group, however that hardly moved him. I used to be the pitcher and he by no means got here to see me play.

Softball was how I made it by highschool. That and pot. My group was divided in a number of methods. A few of us smoked weed, some by no means touched the stuff. A few of the group was homosexual, some had been straight. I used to be confused about my sexuality however had nobody to speak to about my emotions. My father had retreated to his room and my mom was working six days per week to help us. I’d stumble in from follow, stoned out of my thoughts, eyes cherry purple having smoked on the trip residence, and nobody ever observed.

On weekends I headed over to the residence of Rachel, my buddy and centerfielder. On a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, we huddled in her room, doing bongs and listening to Kansas—”Mud In The Wind” and Carry On My Wayward Son.” I nonetheless have these songs on my playlist as a result of they evoke such sturdy reminiscences.

As a result of I wished – and wanted – to get as distant from residence as doable for faculty, however wanted to remain in New York State for monetary causes, I went to SUNY Buffalo. Not the very best local weather for softball, however that they had a group. I pitched once more and smoked pot once more, within the dorms each Saturday as we watched “Saturday Evening Dwell” and munched on hen wings and blue cheese.

Once more I questioned my sexuality and continued to have nobody to talk to. I don’t assume that they had counseling companies there and even when they did, it by no means would have entered my thoughts to hunt them out. I’d by no means heard of remedy.

I fell into my first job in New York Metropolis at an promoting company as a result of the day I interviewed with them I occurred to move the typing check. My communications diploma from SUNY Buffalo was nugatory. I began in June and joined the corporate softball group, a part of the well-organized and well-developed NYACSL (New York Promoting Co-Ed Softball League). I used to be an anomaly, a girl who may play ball. I used to be put at second base as a result of the ladies performed second base, pitcher (gradual pitch), catcher, and brief centerfield. Phrase unfold and shortly I used to be requested to play on a girls’s company group made up of ladies from all completely different promoting businesses. This group was referred to as the Adwomen. We grew to become shut on this group and I miss the cohesiveness we shared. I performed for this group till I developed anorexia and wanted to be hospitalized. The primary basewoman on this group launched me to cocaine and I grew to become hooked. The coach was the one who first bought me into remedy – together with his therapist who turned out to be inept.

We performed in Central Park each Friday evening for six or seven years. I performed third base. Crouched down, prepared for the ball, daring it to come back my approach, I discovered myself creeping up towards residence plate till I used to be nearly midway there. Now I notice that was nearly a type of self-harm as I didn’t care whether or not the ball hit me in my face. I simply didn’t care.

A 3rd group that recruited me to play was a fast-pitch males’s group that additionally performed in Central Park however on the weekends. I’m unsure how they heard about me, however I used to be invited to check out for them and was accepted. I did discover pleasure in hanging out males who laughed after they initially noticed me on the mound, however lots of the stares and whispers I observed from individuals passing by stirred up my confusion about my sexuality once more.

I didn’t know the way to convey the subject up in remedy. I used to be embarrassed and ashamed of something having to do with intercourse. I used to be in my mid-twenties and nonetheless a virgin and I didn’t need to speak about something that might result in my revealing that tidbit about myself.

One season we received the championship and there was a banquet on the finish of the 12 months. I went undefeated that 12 months and was named the league’s Most Beneficial Participant. All I may assume as I stood on the podium accepting my award is that I ought to have worn a costume.

Each March now, I see indicators round my neighborhood for over-40 softball leagues forming and I grow to be wistful recalling how a lot enjoyable it was to be a part of a group. Anorexia and psychological sickness stole that from me. As soon as I used to be hospitalized, I by no means went again. I doubt my physique would cooperate now. Previous stress fractures and bronchial asthma and a coronary heart situation aren’t conducive to operating the bases. My left wrist fracture nonetheless hurts and I can’t think about catching a line drive coming straight off the opposing participant’s bat like a bullet.

“Glory days, nicely they’ll move you by

Glory days, within the wink of a younger woman’s eye

Glory days, glory days” —Bruce Springsteen, “Glory Days”

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