Yesterday I went to play softball for the first time in about god only knows how many years with a group of female teachers and expats against the EAB girls' softball team. I'm definitely sore (my back, arm) today but it's a good sore and playing was a lot of fun.
Dad - You'd be bummed by my stats. 1 walk. 1 pop out and 1 hit. I just wanted to hit the ball!
Our teacher team was a hodge-podge of players: 5 EAB teachers, 1 American Embassy consulate officer, 1EAB fifth grader (coach's son) and 2 EAB teacher assistants (one is the assistant coach). One of the teacher assistants had never played softball and actually wanted to just come and watch. She was convinced to play by Nickie's (Kindergarten teacher) son, Teague, a 4-year-old. He told her that you just gotta try your best.
She asked lots of great questions about the game. Things that you forget about...strike zone, how to hold a bat, what's a hit, where to run, etc. Her first time to bat she got a hit. Not bad for the first time.
This assistant has been immersing herself in American culture. She came to watch the Bears v Packers a couple of weeks ago and tried to learn about American football. She's going tonight to the Super Bowl bash. Now she's learning softball and I'm not sure what else. It's great! There's one part of American culture baseball/softball culture that we need to teach her about. It's about bases. Yesterday, she was excited about her play and posted the following on facebook, "I made it to first base!" And yes, that's true but being an American and since there's no other context applied, that has a second meaning. Tomorrow, I'm gonna provide a follow up lesson that "making it to first" can imply something completely different.
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