I Am Definitely My Father's Daughter

You win some, you lose some. The Dodger game tonight was amazing - I've never enjoyed a baseball game so much. Coming from the family background that I do, I, of course, was rooting for the Tigers. They lost miserably. The game, however, had my attention for once.

When I was little, I was dragged to countless ball games, fascinated the whole time with nothing but the food. I didn't want to sit down and stare at a game I didn't understand; I didn't have the patience and I didn't see the point. But now I really enjoy the game.

I've always enjoyed playing baseball, but being a girl, people always told me I'd have to play softball. I despise softball. Underarm throwing, though impressive to some people, is bullshit to me - no offense to anyone. I've always just preferred overhand. To me it was more powerful, and being a baseball players daughter, I love to show off the pitching arm I got from my dad. Both my sisters grew up playing softball, so I suppose that arm runs in the family.

Anyways, having a dad that once played for the Tigers, I feel I must remain loyal to my family team. So, even though I was at Dodger stadium surrounded by fans cheering for their home team, there I was, clapping and screaming for their adversary. Even the friend I was with and her dad were Dodger fans, but they tolerated me rooting for the losing team.

I've always wanted to follow in my sisters' footsteps when it came to their love of baseball. I never thought I would, but now I suppose I finally am. It makes me happy to love the game my father played and my siblings adore. I look forward to going to many more games, though I won't be seeing anymore Tigers games after tonight for quite a while.

Anyone who can should go see them tomorrow night or Sunday. Especially if you are a Dodgers fan. It's all in good fun. :]