Under the Bright Lights

A rather ridiculous amount of my youth was spent at ballgames, whether I was playing or not. From tee-ball to fast-pitch high school varsity softball, I was on all sorts of winning and losing teams. My siblings played the sport as well, so many hours were spent on the sidelines watching.

Favorite memories?
My sister's team won the championship and the other team came after them with bats in the parking lot.
Every season in high school I got at least one black eye.
Being mistaken as a Swedish exchange student by the other team, possibly because of my haircut. I never really found out why.
Hitting things.