I was born February 17th; I have three siblings- Stephanie who’s older, Bobby who’s older, and Chris, who’s the youngest of our family. I was baptized and have made The Eucharist and Reconciliation. I’m an Altar Server at Church. I played T-Ball and was taught baseball by my Dad and my t-ball coach Josh. I remember playing catch with my dad every day after he got home from work. We played on the side of our house. There is this tree right in the middle of the yard. When I was little I remember the tree being tiny. Now, years later, the tree is as tall as me.
Then, in 2006, when we got our dog, Lucky, my Dad, Chris, Bobby and Me would play catch together. Then Bobby and Chris would leave and my Dad and I would play catch together, alone, as the sun went down. Then, when we were almost done, my Dad would crouch down and I would pitch to him. Or I’d ask him to throw a pop-up or a grounder, and he’d always give me the opposite, teaching me that you have to be ready for anything in baseball.
I went to a Catholic School for Kindergarten, and then my Mom and Dad decided to switch us to public schools. So my first year in official Public Elementary School was First Grade. The summer before First Grade I knew nobody. Chris was at his T-Ball game, and my Mom met Mrs. M, and she had a baseball-playing daughter, Meredith, and it was her first year at my school too. Since that day Meredith and I have been best friends, through everything.
My first year of organized baseball I was on the Mets with all of my friends. The Coaches pitched to us. I remember that my Dad would throw harder than any coach so we could get used to fastballs. Now most of us from that team can hit a fastball. Anyway, we were undefeated that year. The last game of the season was always against the other team with kids from your school on it. Always. It became a rivalry. Meredith and I were always on separate teams (my mom always said it was because they were scared to put two girls on a team) so we were always playing each other. But I guess in First Grade Meredith and I weren’t as close, it was second grade and later where we were best friends. But anyway, we won by one run, and I remember jubilantly jumping on the kid who scored the final and winning run. To this day this kid who was on the team with me, James, and I still talk about that undefeated season. So far that has to be one of my favorite sports memories ever.
My second year of baseball, we didn’t do so well. We won only like 3 games and lost like 15 or something. But the best part of that season was that when the season ended we went to the coach’s house and played running bases for like a whole day. Most of us were still in our uni’s and cleats. It was a pretty fun season.
My third year was the first year we were evaluated by coaches and “drafted” by our coach. I later found out that one coach declined to pick me because I was a girl. And of course, that coach won the World Series that year. But anyway, the team I was on was incredible. The game that put us in the WS, this kid TJ hit a grand slam. I was 9 then. During the game, we had all made plans to save our water and dump it on the coach after we won. So we did. That was the best celebration we ever had. I have little memories of all of us running out of the dugout and mobbing TJ after the homer. I remember World Series game 1. We were down by a lot, and the season didn’t look so good. But the coach put me in to pitch as the closer to hold it down so we could come and tie it. But if they got one run it was over. Everything. Their best hitter comes up, and first pitch he hits a little blooper to left field. The Left Fielder Jeffery, dives and the ball squirts out and rolls all the way to the fence. The hitter was also their fastest, and he’s sprinting around the bases and he scores easily. Season over. The worst part was shaking hands with the other team because they were all jumping on each other, yelling “we won!” and making us feel bad. And ever since that day, in the handshake line, I always keep a straight face, no matter how much it hurts me to, because I don’t want anyone to have to go through thinking that they suck at baseball just because they didn’t win. That is why I don’t respect the coach’s son from that year, who by the way goes to my school.
That fall, I took part in a Fall League, and for the first time, Meredith, Chris, and I were all on the same team. And we were the best team in that League by far. If we had that team in a regular season we’d win easily. But we didn’t, so we settled for hitting homers. There was no fence at the park we played at and the boundary was this tree a long ways out there. A few kids, including Meredith, were able to hit it there. I never did. I’m more of a contact hitter. That’s my excuse.
In 2010 my team took 3rd. I don’t want to mention anything else about that season because, well frankly, it didn’t go the way I wanted to, starting with the draft. But anyway, 2010 was easily my 3rd best season.
I took part in two league All-Star Games, in 2009 and 2010. Both games I batted last and played the infield only once. In 2009 we lost by two runs, but the best part was when you came to bat. Before the game they had us fill out a sheet with our hobbies, favorite things, etc. and when I batted they read it off and that was the best feeling in the world. There was only a mic for the game I was in, so everyone heard me. And when they said “Now Batting: #6 Sarah Major” I swear that was one of, if not the best, moments of my life. It was incredible. In 2010, I made the team and batted last, once again. I went 2-2 with a run scored. We won 11-0. All-Star Games are what an individual player strives for, and I proudly wear my ASG hats, with “2009 South a League All-Star” and DG stitched into them.
In the 2011 Season, I got into Twitter, using my account to tell people what its like to be a girl playing baseball. As of today, I have 74 followers, including Gatorade and my personal favorite, @LoMoDimples, MLB Player Logan Morrison’s pet Gorilla. I also talk to a bunch of people on there. @Tocaboy1, @oakathletics51, and @jshrags27 are my favorites to talk to. I’ve met a ton of cool people on Twitter.
But in 2011 I also didn’t want to use Twitter at certain times during certain points in my season. I always had wanted to be on this one coach’s team and I finally got on his team, and I thought ‘Hey We could win with this team’ and I truly believed that. Up until the part when I realized the coach 100% favored his own kid, who, By the way, isn’t all that good at baseball or any sport. We were the first team to get eliminated. And now I can’t look at that coach or his son the same way. Summer was basically over as soon as baseball ended, and I repeatedly stated on Twitter that “Fall Ball can’t come fast enough.”
At least I’ve always had vacations when baseball ends too early. My favorite place in the World in Ludington, Michigan, home of the beach and a mean ice-cream place. I don’t know why, but sitting outside on a bench eating ice cream at the beach with my family is the best place in the world to me. That or my Nana’s cottage in Paw Paw, Michigan. Our cousins and my family go there every summer. That place is relaxing. Swimming in the lake then a pontoon ride, and, if we’re lucky, s’mores at the fire pit in front of the house.
If you’re wondering if I’ll ever switch to softball, the answer is yes. I’m not sure when, but it will eventually happen. And I’m going to anticipate it and take control of the situation, just like I’ve tried to do with everything else in my life. I’ll take being able to play baseball for another year as a blessing. And I won’t quit until the very end. And that’s a promise.
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.