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Little MVP


I figure I'll post an extra one, just to make up for lost time. Little Chic is playing her first season of girls softball and is absolutely loving it. She is really impressing us with her skills and she was awarded the "game ball" last Wednesday for her great playing! Her only prior baseball was a year of T-ball when she was four, so she really is a newbie but catching on quickly. Her batting and fielding are as good or better than some of the other girls who played last year!

The game ball is signed by each team player before the game and the coach awards it at the end of the game to the girl who shows outstanding spirit, sportsmanship, most improvement, etc.

It is especially fun to watch a group of 7-9 year olds play because the most important issues are: 1) What number is on the back of your shirt, 2) What color is your shirt uniform, 3) What cheers you are going to do during the game while you are on the bench waiting to bat.

Comments

Mary Ellen said…
Game ball - what a great idea. I like her long hair too, she is looking entirely too grown up though.

What's with the eagle in the background!?!?!

I'm so glad little man is doing better, I'm sure no one is more glad than you and he though!
Melanie said…
She looks so cute and so proud! Some kids just have that natural athletic ability. I was never one of them, but I do remember the importance of cheering on my friends!
Melanie said…
Oh and thanks for the nutrition info website! I know I'm gonna use it!
Unknown said…
She is one COOL looking young lady! It's always a great feeling knowing you've done your best. That's a reward in and of it self. Receiving a signed ball from the team is icing on the cake!
Anonymous said…
CUTE!!! I Love the game ball idea too. Especially the kids signing it. I know that at the end of the year, we do have all the kids sign a ball and give them to the coaches and asst. coaches. She looks like a natural!

~Sue

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