Last Day of Softball.

     Today, my phone died. So I have no pictures. But today was my last day of softball and my last day of sports. It was my last day of putting on my uniform. (I did take a pic of me putting on my socks for the last time.) I warmed up for the last time, called "Nobody on, nobody out" once more, and cheered for my teammates for the last day. We deliberated too-long over which saying to call out before every inning, as if picking the wrong one would be disastrous, just like always. We lined up on first, high-fived, saying "good game, good game, good game," just like always. We made the walk back to the dugout while parents cheered "good job, eagles!" with a few new wounds, and a few more memories. Yes, this is a sentimental post. Hopefully the sentiment will make up for the lack of imagery. Because I love my teams.
     This post is for all my teams. I will miss lugging multiple bags to and from school, running sprints fast enough that we all didn't have to do it again, and encouraging mile-runners and outfield-catchers to finish strong. I will miss all of my teammates that have extended beyond the navy out-of-bounds lines on the court, the lines I scrutinized over to call "in" or "out" while Coach Gomez scrutinized me, and have become my friends. I'll miss this.
     Graduation is way too close and way too far. Today I raved/danced maybe a little too much at Robes & Strobes. Actually, definitely too much, to make up for the awk head-bobbing days of freshman year. Who knew that being willing to look like a freak is way cooler than trying to be normal? It's hard to believe I have a major project due Monday when all I want to do is savor my last ten days of school. Assignments, now, more than ever, seem meaningless when I can count the number of senior hall mornings I have left on my hands.
     This last day of softball puts all the "lasts" in perspective. I love this place. I will miss all of you that came with it.