Another year, another team. Grandpa Scott and I coached. Rebekah and Ana helped at games and practice when their schedules allowed. Winnie joined the squad as the bat girl this year. Miriam played as much as she could despite her continued problems with her feet.
We hoped and prayed that getting a bunionectomy on her left foot last summer would alleviate her pain. However, Miriam has not gone without pain since well before the surgery. Although the bunion on her left foot has been corrected, she continues to be in pain whenever she crouches, dances, walks, stands, runs, etc. That complicates things when you're an active 13-year-old.
We're continuing to see the podiatrist. We've tried steroids, anti-inflammatories, a cortisone shot and even blood tests to see if it's arthritis. This is still an unsolved mystery, but we're working on getting her some answers and relief.
That being said, we went ahead with forming a team (the Burninators) from some of our old teammates and several new ones found on Facebook or through the athletic director. Having kids who are not the youngest ones in the league has certainly helped our skill level and record. This year we went 6-6. The last game of the tournament ended on a sour note,* but it was fun to see the girls grow and improve, and it didn't hurt that we won as much as we lost.
Miriam didn't play pitcher (she feels anxious when she's pitching) or catcher (it kills her feet) as much as in the past, but she was an incredibly valuable member of the team and greatly improved her batting this season. Last season she didn't hit and get on once, but this year she did several times. She did have to sit one inning every game so her feet could rest.
The team plays Down by the Banks before one of our tournament games.
*Our last game of the tournament was against a team we played earlier in the tournament. They had a pitcher who was EXTREMELY fast and EXTREMELY inaccurate. She hit several of our players in our first game against them. One of them got hit so hard she could see the stitches from the softball imprinted on her leg. Poor Millie had to sit out the rest of the game to recuperate from that. When our girls saw that we'd be playing "that team" again, two of them actually approached me and asked if they HAD to go to bat. One of them was Millie; the other was a girl who didn't get to play most of the season because she broke her clavicle. I explained that they could sit the entire game out, but they couldn't play on the field and not bat. They both chose to participate in the game. First inning was fine; a different girl pitched. Second inning was fine. Then this bad pitcher warmed up for the third inning. Our first batter got in the box, and the very first pitch from this girl slammed our batter in the shoulder and made her cry instantly. At that point we asked the girls if they wanted to continue playing the game or bow out. (We were far enough behind that I don't think we could have made up the point difference anyway.) All of the girls said they did not want to go to bat with this errant pitcher. We announced our decision to the ump and the other team's coach. Coach Scott even used his angry voice and didn't mince words about why we were conceding the game. That was our last game of the season. It's too bad it ended that way, but given that pitcher's inaccuracy, I stand by our decision. Also, we we told the tournament would be the week of July 4, but later we found out it was actually the week of July 11. Both Seth and Ana were out of town that week; Seth on a work trip to Baltimore and Ana at FSY in Pocatello. So they didn't get to see any of the last games.
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