I
really did not feel welcome on the softball team when I first joined, definitely
felt like an outsider and I did not belong like the other new people did, they
seemed to fit in fairly quickly. The team was very clicky after we got to know
one another and I really didn’t seem to mesh with any of them. There was some favoritism towards certain
players playing more than others. I sat
on the bench a lot. I felt like my talent
was being wasted for a person who people didn’t like and a person who didn’t
feel like they needed to show up to practice.
Team politics were involved and conflicted around the team as a whole.
The one thing we did agree with was we didn’t like how the team was being run. We needed a coach, just a coach, not a player
on the team, not the president, not any of the officers but a person no one
knew or has heard of. That never
happened until the fall of 2007 when a coach from Cheney came down and volunteered
his time, he was also an alumnus of WSU.
He was in his mid-forties, coaches a youth softball team and he drove
down to Pullman almost every day for practices and games. He was then hired by Whitworth, a small
division III college in Spokane.
When
we came back from Christmas break, we started practicing in the field
house. Since we were the last priority
being a club sport and all, we got the 10 p.m. to 12 a.m. shift to practice
with. It was very brutal for those with
early class the next day. I wasn’t one
of them. Some days it was very cold and
other days it was very warm. On occasion
the fans would be going and we had to yell to each other for instructions and
while we warmed up our arms you heard the missed balls slam up against the
metal shelf doors.
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