What If WE Fail? | Fastpitch Softball

When we first set up our Facebook page and website, we were driven with an immense amount of passion. It was our goal to create a community of like minded folks, whose main interest was to empower all the characters in the fast pitch theater, from and especially the athletes to the parents and coaches alike.

Time went on, and the brand SOFTBALL IS FOR GIRLS, has turned into a 50 hour per week job. Sometimes making money along the way and sometimes not. And as things go with the internet and Facebook, and all things online, big companies hoping to profit from small businesses like us have the ability to literally wipe us off the map. The solution is either to adapt and adjust or to just give up.

We have asked ourselves lately, What if we fail? What if we aren’t able to do all the amazing things that we have planned?

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In recent weeks, this has been our plight. Do we continue and push forward to make all our dreams and aspirations for Softball is For Girls come true, to become a pillar in the community and put all of our plans for making this world better through the world of girls fastpitch softball,  to give these young ladies the presence and recognition that they deserve – or do we just quit? Is it getting too hard, or do we put our faith in what we believed in (still believe in) when this first started?

We have certainly made mistakes along the way. We’ve upset a few customers. We have learned what works and what doesn’t, and realize that those things are constantly changing.  We have received angry emails that while few seem to speak so much louder than the inbox of praise we receive. We have had our struggles and days of feeling overwhelmed. Running a community of nearly 60K fans, a web store, a website and raising a family of softball players is not easy. And, without having the knowledge of what and HOW to take the next steps, quitting feels easy. And comfortable.

The reality is, when you take the NEXT step in life, the big question that looms in all of our minds is “What if WE Fail?” 

The same is true for our players, and our coaches starting new teams, and our parents throwing their girls out there, trying to choose the best circumstances for their child to grow. What if they fail? The same is true for the parents and players taking a leap of faith to join new teams, or start pitching lessons with a new coach, or to allow their child to play up a year. What if they fail? What if the choice we make ends up being the wrong the choice? What if we make a big mistake? What if, what if, what if?


We tell our children that they need to try! Keep their eyes on the prize, move forward. We tell our daughters to believe in themselves so they can at least see how far they can go, how much they can learn in this big arena called life, before they just give up and decide they cant do it. What if after taking our first steps, we all said it was too darn hard, and decided to never walk? What if the first time we failed a test, we just decided we would never ever be able to pass a test? What if the first time we got fired from a job, or were denied  something we really really wanted, we just gave up. Threw the dream in a file, and moved on to whatever was comfortable and certain? How happy would any of us be right now?

If any of us look back on our lives, it is the risks we took, the times that we wore our heart on sleeves, made the tough decisions, forged ahead, made ends meet, realized that we were stronger and more adept than we ever imagined – that make us the people we are today.

And what if the first time our daughters tried softball, striking out at every pitch, booting ground balls and being terrified of being hit in the face – they decided to just throw in the ‘glove’ and to not try to adapt, adjust, learn and grow? Chances are a lot of them wouldn’t be where they are today, right? Chances are you wouldn’t be here, reading this – enjoying your time at the field, loving to watch you daughter play, feeling passionate not just about a sport, but about the girls who play – like you do right now.

The whole question of whether we fail or not – in softball, in life –  is something we all ask of ourselves often. The fear of failure, of striking out, of not being good enough, of not being liked, or being accepted is simply part of being human. At some level, that fear exists within all of us – because at the end of the day, what we are all searching for is love. For others to love us, for others to accept us, and for us to love ourselves and be able to love in return. We may call it many things. The laughter we see on our daughters faces, the feelings of pride and accomplishment they get from playing the game, the small wins and little victories that happen when they overcome or succeed. It is all about love. at the end of the day. Us loving them, them loving themselves.


And that, brings us back to Softball is For Girls. We LOVE this game! We love the girls that play. We LOVE connecting our community with one another. We LOVE FASTPITCH SOFTBALL just as much you and your daughters do. And we would rather fail miserably, then go down without trying. So here we are! We just cannot give up because things got harder – especially when we are constantly telling these girls to KEEP GOING, to never quit, to live without regrets!

So, we will forge on! We won’t quit and we will be dedicated to constantly improving and growing our close-knit audience of fastpitch fans.

What if we fail?

Well, then, we fail. Or perhaps we only realize that a new and even better dream is waiting in the wings.

The important thing for us as adults (and children) is that we are a living example of what we teach our daughters. That we don’t settle for what is always easiest and comfortable, and that we take giant leaps of faiths to somehow better this world in the ways that we are able to, and follow our dreams and passions. That we don’t quit, and spend the rest of our lives asking ‘What if,’ or’ what could have been,’ or ‘what may have been.’

So what can you do to help Softball is For Girls put fastpitch softball players on the map and keep this community strong? You can like, comment and share our statuses on facebook. You can tell others about our page and website. Subscribe to this blog, and our emails so that we can keep you informed and keep the conversations going. Share your stories and your pictures by emailing us at softballisforgirls@live.com. (We wanna hear the GOOD STUFF!) Find us on INSTAGRAM, TWITTER and FACEBOOK! Share this post! Visit our awesome store.

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We have a lot of good things coming in the New Year, and we want you to be part of it!!! And we are staying dedicated to the girls, the players, the coaches and the fan of this amazing game by doing what we preach. By never let the fear of striking out, keep us from playing the game!  



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The Softer Side of Softball

Its a funny thing about softball. One moment you are immersed in the highly competitive and thrilling world of fastpitch softball, and the next you realize that this game is REALLY about a bunch of brave little girls.

Here’s the thing about softball that we often forget…

These girls out there, they are someone else’s daughter. Each and every girl that steps on the field has people who love her just as much as we love our own kids. Every girl that steps up to the plate, has someone cheering for her to do well and succeed, a parent who says a quick prayer that she will get on base and hit the ball, or make the play. A parent that is hoping her little girl will love the sport enough to continue to play, a person in the wings who is just hoping that this little game of softball will enable their daughter to be a kid, stay a kid –  just a little longer – no matter what is going on in her life.

Truth is, we don’t really have any clue what each and every one of these children deal with on an emotional level. We don’t know each and every child’s personality.

We know young girls who walk up to the plate with a nervous belly, and who somehow put their whole self worth into whether or not they hit the ball or not. When they miss, they hear the sighs and “Oh Gods, why is she in the line up” comments from whispering fans. They FEEL the eye rolls and waves of disappointments.

And yet, they are still brave enough to put themselves out there. 

Have you ever wondered how much courage it takes for these kids to go out there and perform? Yes, perform! It is exactly what they do. And unlike performers in a theater play whose applause comes only (and always) at the end, these girls put up with a games worth of mini wins and losses and noisy interactions from their fans.

And yet they still PUT THEMSELVES OUT THERE for all of us to see.(Thank goodness, right?) Over and over again. Determined and relentless. Brave and strong. 

The vast majority of us cringe at the thought of public speaking or having all eyes on us, and yet these girls are BRAVE enough to go out there and play their game while others intently watch and judge, with their little souls bared for the world to see.  When they make a mistake there is no hiding it from all of us in the background.  When they swing and miss, everyone in the park sees it, and some (their opponents) are even happy about it. When they miss a ball, or drop a pop fly, or walk 5 batters and hit one all in one inning, or get down on themselves and frustrated – there is no running off the stage to hide behind a curtain in softball.

How brave is that? How much courage and mental toughness do these young athletes have to not just willingly, but happily – show up and play their game while hundreds of folks watch on the sidelines, especially with the knowing that half the people in the park are hoping they will mess up, hoping they will fail so that another little girl can win?

Today, we just wanna say BRAVO to those girls, and remind everyone on the outside of the fence that the softer side of softball is all of those daughters (yours and mine), all of those little girls who are brave and exude courage and who aren’t afraid (despite their sometimes obnoxious fans) to put themselves out there for all of us to see!

And, the truth is that win or lose – no matter what the scoreboard says (and no matter how loud the fans are), we (and they)think you are ALL WINNERS!!! We are amazed by your bravery, and impressed with your tenacity and courage to show up and play this game! We think you are all brave, and strong, and we admire your love of the game, and dedication to keep on showing up and give your all out there on the field.


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Lessons From the Bench!

The bench. The pine. That little aluminum seat inside the dugout where you can often find downtrodden girls (and aggravated parents) who dream of being on the brick-dust and often start to feel ‘less than adept’ because they sit there so often.

Parents hate the bench. And so do most kids. If you are on a travel or select team, and your daughter is constantly on the bench, you should likely start looking for a team that will EMPOWER her. If you aren’t the best player on a team, that’s okay – everyone starts somewhere. Having better players can be motivational. But at the same time in travel/select ball, your daughter isn’t going to improve her game day skills if she is constantly benched while perceived/apparent better players play the game. Personally, I would rather my daughter play on a team that matches her level AND GET PLAYING TIME than play on an A Ball team and never play.

Experience grows players. There is NOTHING better than field, GAME experience to improve players. 

But in other situations, such as school ball, where coaches sort of inherit multiple girls who ALL play the same position on their other team, fielding a team gets hairy. And then you have good players sitting the bench, because obviously only one can play first at a time, only one can pitch at a time, only one can catch. There is almost always the odd man out (or many odd women out) who sit patiently behind the chain link and watch their teammates play. And of course, every parent thinks their child should be the one on the field rather than the bench.

The thing is, as we have just personally learned from experience, there are a lot of lessons from the bench that can be extremely beneficial to a player if SHE CHOOSES (and is allowed by parents) to learn the lessons!

One of those things is self-worth. Many of you may disagree with this,  but the REALITY is that our children need to learn early in life that THEY GET TO DECIDE FOR THEMSELVES HOW WORTHY THEY ARE! THEY, no one else gets to decide that for them. These girls have to stop looking to others to find their self-worth, have to stop waiting for a compliment, a pat on the back, or for acceptance from one person, in order to feel worthy. Bottom line, is some people just wont give the kudos or credits. And when it comes to fastpitch softball in particular, there are a TON of differing opinions about talent.There will always be people who see it in your daughter, and there will always be people who don’t see it in your daughter. The trick, is teaching your player to carry on regardless.

These girls that we love, have to learn not to place all their self-confidence in the hands of other people. What other people think of them doesn’t matter, its none of their business, nor is it ours as their parents. What our daughters think of themselves??? That’s what is important.

Sitting the bench can do one of two things. It can make a player angry and frustrated and want to give up, OR it can motivate them. 

It can motivate them to realize their own potential. It can motivate them to become even better than they already are, to see that they are just as good (even better) than other girls. It can motivate them to take their fate into their own hands, and start making decisions for themselves about what they want out of this game AND what they are willing to give. It can motivate them to work harder, and smarter. It can motivate them to realize that not everyone’s opinion of them is important. That the most important opinion of who they are, lies within them. 

Bench time, can also be CRITICAL to helping  girls sort out what it is they really want. Sometimes, you have to spend quite a bit of time doing what you don’t like, feeling what doesn’t feel good – to know what you DO WANT and what does feel good!

We have recently watched a player come off the bench with a new-found self-confidence that we didn’t know existed. We have watched her decide to toss away others opinions of her talent, and learn to decide for herself, finally and at last, that she is good enough.  We have watched her make decisions about how far she wants to go in this sport that would have NEVER been made before her bench time. We have watched her see just how hard she could push herself physically and mentally, to reach her goals.

While the bench time offered her a wide gamut of emotions that ran from wanting to quit forever and self doubt and frustration, the journey also gave her life skills that she would have never gained otherwise. The skill to survive in less than perfect conditions. The realization that you don’t always just get what you want, just because  you want it. The reasoning that sometimes you have to work harder than everyone else, and it still may not give you that starting position you covet,  BUT IT WILL IN the long run MAKE YOU BETTER. The truth that desire and passion are two things no one can ever take away from you.

And sometimes, it is important to teach our kiddos that the bigger plan for them is a work in progress. Allowing both the GOOD and the not so pleasant experiences to happen is an important part of their growth. It shapes their story, their future. If you just run from the bad experience, you never have the chance to learn what it is this big world has to teach you.

Part of being an amazing player is learning how to endure and remain MENTALLY TOUGH, through all conditions. The softball experience is a lot like life. Its a process. Instead of negating every situation, jumping on the bandwagon of pout and frustration, start asking your kids what they can learn from their particular situation. Ask them what they can do to make the most out of what is going on? Ask them to define what they want, how they feel and what goals they can put in place personally to ensure they move forward.

Lessons from the bench, while sometimes frustrating and disheartening – are often EXACTLY what your child needs to get themselves to the next level. 

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My Daughter Plays Softball (AND She’s Terrible!)

SIFG prides itself on respecting and empowering ALL the players of fastpitch! We realize the varied levels that are out there, and for some reason there is often a wave of judgment that seems to exist in regard to those different levels of play. Select, elite, Gold, A, showcase (whatever word used in your area) players and parents often feel superior to those that are playing local, rec, B or C, copper (or whatever word is used in your area) Many times, the girls that just play for the fun of the game, who don’t take lessons, who show up for an hour to run around and play with their friends are not seen as “real ball players,” by others. And, we know first hand that this competition and “I play on a better team than you do” or “OH, you only play rec ball” is played out in schools.

We received this the other day, and asked for permission to share. We think it’s a great reminder that SOFTBALL, and the LOVE of SOFTBALL, is what counts – and even though our degree of competition, and chosen paths may be different – we do share some common ground. Here goes….


My Daughter Plays SOFTBALL 

My daughter came home from school the other day talking about how Suzie Showcase plays on an elite ball team in the big city and gets to go on overnight trips all over the country. My daughter plays softball too. She is 13, and started playing in the dirt just last spring season. Apparently Suzie Showcase schooled my daughter on what it takes to be an elite player, and let her know that at the ripe old age of 13, she was already being recruited for college across this great country. I know Suzie’s parents, and its all likely true. Suzie practices and trains at least 4 times per week year round, and her weekends are filled tournaments near and far. She lives an exciting life that Suzie. A life that I had hoped and dreamed my daughter would have after playing ball myself and making it to the minor leagues. 

The thing is, my daughter sucks. (Excuse my language) But she does. She can barely catch, complains about the heat in the summer time and there is nearly nothing, and I mean nothing that would motivate her to get up on a Saturday morning to play softball. My daughter can barely catch a ball, and the bruises on her forearms and legs and hips and shoulders are proof of that. She also doesn’t throw very well. Sometimes, when she’s throwing with a girl who has a cannon, she just moves out-of-the-way from the ball coming at her. (DO you know how frustrating that is to watch?)

Now before you tell me to get her in lessons, to get her training, know that I HAVE TRIED everything to improve her game. And, for sure she has made small improvements. She finally knows where to throw the ball playing infield, and has even been able to hit off a live pitcher (when she wasn’t getting walked by a rec ball pitcher). It was MY DREAM that my daughter would play ball, just like Suzie Showcase does. I never thought my own flesh and blood would be terrible at it. But she is. 

For a long time, I had a hard time accepting that. I would say stupid things, and force her into the yard to catch and throw and hit.

I even said more than once “IF you aren’t going to play this game right, or well – why even bother?” And this is where it gets real. Her answer. “BECAUSE DADDY, I LOVE TO PLAY!” 

Loving to play something you are not good at is not something I understood.At first. I mean, why bother – why waste your time, right? If everyone is better than you what the heck is the point? 

 Finally after some stern talking from my wife, I remembered back to my own childhood, and all the things I did that I wasn’t good at, but loved to do anyways. Fore instance, I loved to fish, although I don’t think I have caught 3 fish in my entire life. But I wanted to be out there on the water with my friends, and throw a pole in the water, and play the part of fisherman. I remember one time when I was 12, my buddies caught me throwing a rod in the water without bait, and they rode me all the way to high school about it, even gave me a nickname. I was too lazy, and unskilled at fishing to know how to do it well. Thing was, I had fun. I called myself a fisherman, and would go home in the evening and brag about how I fished to my parents and siblings and friends and girls. My daughter plays softball just like I fished. 

Last week, she asked me if she could buy one of your shirts. And, at first I was like “Why do you want a shirt, you don’t play real softball, wont people like Suzie Showcase laugh at you if you wear it to school?” I mean seriously, she goes to practice for 75 minutes one night per week with a volunteer dad coach, and has maybe 1-2 games per week. Softball is For Girls shirts are for SOFTBALL PLAYERS. For bombers. Ya know, for SUZIE SHOWCASE! 

She looked at me like my head was on fire and she said, “Daddy, I LOVE playing SOFTBALL, and I have fun. I might not be the greatest but I am still a softball player. I mean why else do you think I go out there and wear those awful cleats that hurt my feet. Gawd dad?”

Then I remembered fishing. And I remembered that I had a fishing hat, that I wore often. I was proud of that hat, even though I stunk at fishing. Baseball was my thing. Then, I ordered her a shirt! :) 

Today, I just want to take a minute and thank you. Thank you for making my daughter feel welcome in your community. She follows you on Instagram and Pinterest too. For noticing that while not everyone can be, or is, or will be a superstar as I had hoped and imagined my daughter would be at the softball field, they are still softball players. Your page is softball is for girls. It doesnt just say softball is for talented girls. They are having fun. They are learning, and growing with their friends,  competing, celebrating wins and grieving losses, and MOST IMPORTANTLY they consider themselves serious ballers. (Do softball people even use that word)

Therefore instead of being disappointed that my daughter is not Suzie Showcase, I realize that she is nothing short of my favorite softball player. A BEAST! (Who thinks cleats were invented as a form of torture!)

PS- this doesn’t mean I will stop biting my nails, my tongue, or feeling extremely  frustrated everytime she ENTIRELY misses a ball in the outfield. :)


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Safety, Softball & Facemasks

We get lots of face-mask questions. Should my daughter wear a mask? Do outfielders really need a face-mask to play in the outfield? Do college coaches look down on those that wear face-masks? My daughter is not comfortable wearing a face-mask, but her coach thinks she should? My daughter is only 8 and the balls aren’t hit very hard yet, does she really need a face-mask?

We also have tons of people who say things like “That’s what the glove is for, or my daughter learns proper technique therefore she doesn’t need a face-mask.”

The face-mask issue is always one that causes a great divide among parents, coaches and teams. Those that force their kids to wear them judge those that don’t make their children wear them while those that don’t wear them somehow try to sissify the players that do. ( a total waste of energy from both sides)

For now at least, it is still an optional piece of equipment at all levels of play. For now. At some point when a girl dies because she took a ball to the head and the parents of that girl have some pull and money to start a movement to force face-mask wear at all levels of play, face-masks are optional. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, we, like everyone else, have some opinions on the matter.

For one thing, and we want this to be CLEAR, a face-mask doesn’t make a player weak, or weak looking. That’s just hogwash, and all the rumors about college coaches thinking players are weak for wearing them, is just fabricated hype to press the issue. College coaches, heck…any coaches only care about RESULTS and if the results are good with a girl wearing a mask they aren’t going to pass her up because she wears a mask. 

Plus, we think the girls look pretty fierce behind those face-masks, and for many girls they are just enough of a safety net to make them more comfortable in the field. Not having to worry that there is some stray pebble buried in the dirt that will cause the ball to erratically ricochet straight into a chin, nose, or teeth causing deformation and damage can be a pretty comforting feeling for both player and parents.

If your daughter is a pitcher, a face-mask can literally be the difference between life and death. We will spare the hundreds of  gory pictures and stories we have about girls, pitchers – standing 30 feet away from a batter, who took a shot to the face, straight off a HOT, $300 bat made of high-tech materials suitable for the space station that is being swung by a girl who can bench 200 pounds and does squats for fun. We won’t give you stats, or share stories of girls whose softball careers were ended because of injuries. But you’d be naive to think they don’t happen

The funny thing about injuries, whether a broken ankle, a cut vein on the arm from being cleated, broken teeth, a broken arm or leg that occurs during a routine practice or a ball to the face – are planned, or predictable. They just happen. Normally right before the biggest game of the year or a showcase. Sometimes an ounce of prevention works. Other times, nothing you could have done, nothing the child could have worn, could have prevented it. And since not playing out of fear of getting hurt is definitely not option, PARENTS and PLAYERS get to decide what precautions they want to take, and which they don’t.

And no matter how fast a kid can react, how great her technique, how there is always that chance that the physics are going to align up just right, so that she wont be able to recover from her stride quick enough to safe her face, or her heart from taking the full blunt force of a ball coming at her at ungodly speeds. Still, we repeat  it is the choice of the parent and player. At the end of the day, no matter how insults or opinions are thrown around – IT IS YOUR DECISION. One you and you alone have to be comfortable with. There is no reason to argue.

A few months ago we were at the ball field when a third baseman took a pea shot to the face, blood gushing everywhere, and broken bones galore. Sadly, when the ambulance carried the girl away (who by the way had an amazing glove, was fast on her feet and an impressive 3rd baseman who hadn’t missed a ball in 5 years) it was the batter who needed consoling. That girl too, was traumatized,  feeling guilty because it was her at bat that caused that injury and forever changed by the incident. Honestly cannot imagine the amount of therapy it probably took her to recover from that.

The bottom line is when it comes to safety on the softball field, you have to always remain vigilant. Even during practices, girls should be wearing helmets at bat. Catchers should be wearing helmets even when pitchers are warming up.  Base runners should be wearing their helmets if balls are in live play. Coaches should make sure girls are always aware of their surroundings, paying attention to where the balls are flying. This sport has the potential to be dangerous.

And when it comes to face-masks, while it’s a personal decision, its one that makes sense. I am kinda of attached and in love with my daughters faces, and have invested a ton of money into their teeth, and would like to avoid trips to the hospital to reconstruct their noses if at all possible. That works for us, even if it doesn’t work for other people. If that doesn’t work for you, no worries. 

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My Softball Player is BETTER than YOURS is!

“I’ll be honest. My softball playing beast of daughter is BETTER than yours is. She hits better, fields better, runs better, works harder, makes fewer errors and even has a better attitude than your daughter does.  She is better.”

How would you feel if a parent (or coach) just outright said that to you?

Chances are you would be pretty peeved, and wouldn’t think very much of the person who spewed the better speech. And even if it was all true, that the kid in question was better, the most natural human reaction would be to somehow feel angry, slighted and spiteful and you would remember exactly how many times the ‘better’ girl struck out, or made an error, or didn’t do whatever it is that would make her perfect.

Obviously, no one with a social clue would every come out and say this to someone else. Even if it is true, or obvious. When it comes to youth sports (and youth in general) we have become so obsessed with preserving self-esteem and being politically correct, that we don’t acknowledge anything better than our own kids. Last thing we want is for our little Lucy to know that Suzy is a better ball player than her, right?

Unfortunately, what we hear a lot is kids, coaches, parents, and fans somehow minimizing the success of those that are better. (haters gonna hate)

Not sure why we as humans do this, but we do. We see a better pitcher, and we start thinking she is an “A” ball player that just picked up. We play a team that slaughters us and we start thinking they cheated or swing loaded bats. We have a player on our team that is better and maybe gets more playing time, or more attention from the coaches, and we insist on remembering her errors, or bringing up the areas where she needs improvement, or otherwise finding an excuse for why we perceive she is better.

Why can we not just admit it. Why can’t we say:

“Hey Lucy, Suzy is a better short stop than you are right now but if you work hard you can get better than she is. Watch her and learn from her.”


“”You know what, that team that just run ruled us, was simply better than us, but if we work hard and continue working, we too – can be better.”

The problem is that better is not necessarily (or ever) a bad thing. And, when real life comes crashing in and kids are forced to try out for positions or travel teams or school teams, or vie for playing time – kids will realize that even if we don’t call another kid ‘better’ the kids who play better get more of the playing time. And you know what else? Your kid already KNOW when someone else is better than they are.

You see, making excuses for the whatever, or diminishing the talent of another team or player, doesn’t help your kid or team in any singular way. In fact it hinders progress.

The reality is that if you have a child or player that is motivated and looking to really take this gig we call softball far in life, not only will they NOT be intimidated by the kids who are better than they are, but they will have the desire to PLAY WITH THEM! The more they practice with better players, the more your team plays better teams – the better your player and your team will get.

When you become the best player on the field, or the best team in the bracket weekend after weekend, its time to make a change. You WANT to play with teams and teammates that are better than you are! That’s how you learn. Think of it as a mentorship.  If you are learning a new job skill as an adult, don’t you want to learn from someone who is the best, or who is at least better than you are? Why should it be different with our children?

Better teams have habits that are worth watching for. Hundreds of times over, we have seen the better teams with a very well designed and organized pre-game warm up working out 30 minutes before the other teams, whose kids are still lying around under tents sucking on smoothies. The better kids strike out and head to the batting cages during game breaks. Better players, work hard not just at practice, but on their own as well.

And more importantly, better players and teams have the EXPECTATION THAT THEY WILL BE BETTER!

Unfortunately, we are still not comfortable with the language of just saying “Hey that girl is better at the plate than you are, that is why she is batting in the 4 hole and you are 8th.” “Or, that team is better than us!”  But in softball as in life, it is important for us to seek out those that are better than us, to recognize it so that we can have the opportunity to learn from it, and to align ourselves with those that are ‘better’ so we can better ourselves.

When done right, complimenting someone else, does not take away from our own kids.

What does take away from our kids (who already know the truth) is to watch adults or coaches bad mouth, or accuse, or in general feel intimidated or jealous of another kid or team because they are simply better than our kid or player is….

After all, becoming better – isn’t that what we all are striving for?

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Softball & God

A few Sundays back, we posted a fan question on the our Facebook page about a family new to travel softball, struggling with the concept of playing on Sundays. Many fans weighed in with ideas and thoughts and different ways for this family (and many others) to incorporate their worship onto the field. Some tournament directors playing Sundays, schedule time out of the schedule for prayer, while some don’t – (of course to be politically correct in a world that is extremely fearful of OMgosh offending anyone.) Some teams and coaches and parents quite simply just pray on their own. Some don’t. To each his or her own.

Recently, talking to a parent about his 12-year-old daughter who wanted to play travel, I was further perplexed by the fact that his reason for not playing was “I am not willing to give up God on Wednesdays or Sundays to play softball.”

Give up God? Who said anyone gave up God? We play softball on some Sundays – and have never once felt like we deserted or gave up  God.  We know plenty of girls who play on Sundays, and none of them have given up God.

In fact, sometimes it seems that God and softball go hand in hand. Sometimes, it seems that faith, religion, spirituality and God are more prevalent at the softball complex than anywhere else.

The reality is that the more competitive you or your team gets, the more time (including Sundays and Wednesdays) that you will have to hand over to the sport. But handing over this ‘time’ doesn’t, by any means, equate to handing over your spirituality. You may have to change your routine, your perspective and choose to see the availability of God a little differently - but not what you believe in. And it certainly doesn’t mean that the coaches, parents, or tournament directors asking you to come out and play or practice on Sundays are faithless creatures who are putting money or sport above belief.

See, We, at SIFG believe that Softball and God go together. That they walk hand in hand. That they are intertwined, and that faith and belief walk alongside the sport we love and the people who play. And we certainly don’t believe that God only wants us to show up on Sundays, or Wednesdays  – only in a church - and that what He really wants is for us to live a life that is inline with our spiritual beliefs. And for so many of us, this life includes softball.

We, have personally witnessed, as much faith, prayer, devotion, kindness, compassion, love, testimony, God, on the softball field as we have in any brick and mortar church. So, instead of pews – you sit on bleachers. Instead of youth ministries – you have the dugout. Instead of a pastor or priest (or whatever your faith defines) you have coaches, moms and dads, umpires and other leaders that teach valuable life lessons and mentor and minister the youth.

We have witnessed children who have never gone to church with their families, learn the Lords Prayer for the first time with their teammates during a pregame ritual. We hear young girls cheering on their teammates, sometimes praying. We see teams take knees for one another and stand together after games in a circle, holding hands – devoting their time to spirit/God/faith. Often times this is done without any intervention from the adults, but simply by the children, urged to give thanks from their own Godly consciousness and provide testimony to something that they believe in and feel strongly about. We see girls learning the value of team, and sportsmanship, and realizing that the world is not just about them.

Ecclesiastes 3:13 And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labor, it is the gift of God.

We see parents in the stands clasping their hands together and looking up to the Heavens, praying that their daughter puts the bat on the ball, that they make the play, that the team comes full circle. We see these same parents and coaches holding so much faith and belief and love in a cute little team of girls that it has to be divinely placed. We have overheard parents praying for safety and strength for their children and the children of other people, some that they know and others that they don’t. We have also sent out prayer requests on our Facebook page for players or softball families from all over the country that have reached nearly a million people, all praying for, pulling for and sending their faith to a perfect stranger who shares the same passion as they do. Softball connects people!

Instead of Sunday clothes, sure, the girls wear uniforms that affirm their faith in one another, in their ability, in their God-given talents and skills and HARD work. We see teams of girls who show up with Bible verses marked on their arms, not for some photogenic gain on Instagram, but because they are pledging and sharing their faith. We have witnessed girls taking their place in the batters box with a quick nod above, and girls who carry crosses silently in their back pockets.

Philippians 2:3 Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves

We are constantly amazed by the beauty of this world, that we see through the experience of softball tournaments. Amazing sunrises and sunsets, cool breezes and raging storms, warm temperatures, and dirt (which somehow never seems filthy at the ball field) The smell of fresh-cut grass, the beautiful relief a single grey cloud or wind can bring during the hottest part of the day, the amazing strength of a blaring sunbeam, the gentle cleansing of a summer shower on the hottest day that cools the heart and soul. A rainbow peaking over a field. We are constantly at the mercy of Mother Nature, and often saddled with extreme gratitude and sheer awe for the simplicity of the things that God created for us on this Earth.

If you sit still for a moment and listen, you will also notice that the ball field is one of the happiest places on earth. Laughter, cheers, clear face to face conversations, stories told, memories made, childhoods built, self-confidence increased, smiles abound. Sheer, unbridled pure and innocent happiness is evident in nearly every corner of any park. Families spending precious time together, strangers getting to know one another, people helping one another out, bonds being shared that seem to far outreach the brick-dust and chalk lines.

We see children growing up, and morality being learned, and life lessons being taught, and consequences for actions taking place. We see kids learning critical work ethic. We see kids accepting one another, and working out differences, and learning how to trust and love and care for and be compassionate towards others. We see parents parenting and investing in their children. We see young girls investing in themselves.

We see so many people DEVOTED to empowering and encouraging todays young women, and often using a beautiful sport as a vehicle to reach them spiritually and otherwise. Making a HUGE difference!

The list could go on and on. Each time we go to the ballpark, we stand in witness to so many fruitful, wholesome things. While it may not be church – often the lessons are very much the same. And who after all is responsible for placing this passion in our daughters hearts?

But Mostly, we SEE LOVE and fellowship and so much darn LIGHT in a world that can be so dark, that we are 100% certain God lives - THRIVES at the softball field.

We would NEVER suggest that anyone give up church for softball. We all have a personal journey with our family and have to do what is right for us and what we feel led to do. Each of us has our own belief system in place and we all have to do what is right and best for us. To follow our own hearts, and our own lead. And while we would never speak for God, we do believe that as long as we are living our lives, and praying, and showing fellowship, it doesn’t matter if we are in a closet, in church, or on a softball field on a sunny summer Sunday afternoon.

Our point, is that we believe God is everywhere. And especially that God is at the softball field with us, at all times – even on Sundays! Softball and God go together like a pitcher and a catcher.

Matthew 18:20 For where two or three are gathered in my name, there I am with them.

And HE is with us at the ballfield!

And with that, we introduce our Sunday Shirt! Available for teams, in various colors, so you can be sure that any day, every day – God’s being recognized at the ball field. (Available at www.store.softballisforgirls.com)




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My Daughter is a Pitcher

My daughter is a pitcher, and I couldn’t be more proud of her!


I have watched the hours and hours that she has put in outside of practice. Out in the yard, hacking it out with a pitching rubber while her dad sat on a bucket. At lessons, being tweaked and challenged, and learning and re-learning weeks at a time. The daily workout that she does to make her legs and core stronger, in order to stay in shape and keep on improving. Pitching is not something you do well, on a whim. When other teammates get a day off, a pitcher is still pitching – trying to perfect and improve her game.

I have sat behind the fence and watched games where she pitched with poise and composure, like nothing less than a champion. On those days, being the mom of a pitcher is easy – and seeing her hard work pay off is satisfying beyond belief.

I have also sat behind the fence and literally ENDURED games where it seems my daughters emotions got the best of her. During those games – the ones dripping with emotion, where nothing seems to be working, it takes a great deal of restraint to keep me from running on the field and saving her. Shielding her from the wilted shoulders on the sidelines, the jeers from the opposing team, the lowered eyes of her coaches and teammates when she walks in a run. It takes a tremendous effort to not bum-rush the umpires for not ‘giving’ her a strike, for missing the fact that she painted the black with her curve ball, to not be angry that they are trying to force my daughter to throw straight down the middle of the plate – tossing a ‘can of corn,’ that will no doubt be taken deep by a batter.

I want to scream to everyone around me collectively sighing and losing faith in the little girl that I love - everyone that seems so obviously disappointed when my daughter is struggling (whose daughters do NOT pitch),

“Do you have any idea how hard she works, how much time she puts in, how much she strives to be good, how HARD this pitching gig really is?” “Could YOUR daughter do it?” “Do you not realize that she is just a young girl trying her best out there?”

But mostly, I just want to save my daughter. To protect her. And yet, all I know that I can do – is be the person back there who still believes in her no matter what.

Maybe you can’t see it, but when things aren’t going well in the circle, I see the pain in her eyes. I see the tears she is holding back. I recognize the twitches of discomfort, embarrassment and frustration. I feel the thoughts in her head that are thinking maybe she isn’t good enough, maybe all the hours she has put in were for nothing. I recognize her disappointment, see her searching for one soft place to land her eyes. It’s a painful thing to sit back and simply watch your daughter in pain or distress. And yet, it is part of the gig when your daughter is a pitcher.

When my daughter pitches, I watch her feet. I notice her release point. I pay attention to her shoulders, her stride, her snap. I try to shout out the bits of advice that her pitching coach gives her, the little things that seem to be able to tie the larger picture of pitching altogether. Every tournament day, I toss away fearful thoughts about her being it with a line drive, look up to the sky and give a little prayer for her safety. And another prayer that her pitches work, and that she is able to somehow fool or upset the timing of the offense she is about to face. It is my job to sit there and just let it all happen!

Since my daughter and the catcher are the two that ACTUALLY TOUCH the ball more than anyone else on the field – their mistakes seem so much more evident than the ground ball the short stop let go between her legs. Trust me, I hear the sighs. On bad days, I hear other parents whispering, “WHEN are they going to pull her?” Or the fans who say, “Oh my god – another walk!”

And, on good days, I hear the crowd cheering her on, shouting ‘good pitch,’ and woo-hooing loudly when she strikes people out, or fools them with her change-up. I sense the feelings of pride and accomplishment that she feels, the gratification that her hard work is paying off.

As her mother, I am acutely aware that so many eyes are upon her. And I wonder inwardly – how in the world she withstands that kind of pressure. It makes my heart well up with pride, to see my little girl – handling so much pressure so well. While just yesterday she was holding my hand to steady her feet when she walked – today she is standing in the middle of a softball field, prepared to show hundreds of people what it is she does on her ‘off days.’ Putting herself out there, risking it all for the sake of a game she loves, and teammates that she wants to do well for.

My daughter is a pitcher, and I couldn’t be more proud of her!

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Softball Parents & Anger

Spend enough Saturdays at the ballpark, and you are sure to experience the raw gamut of emotions that come from watching your children play ball. Between the parents on the sidelines, the coaches, the officials, the girls in the dugouts, spectators and moms chasing their sticky toddlers around, the ball-field offers a full-sized smorgasbord of human feelings. From elation and glee filled with giddy laughter and tears, to disgust and frustration. From the highest highs imaginable, to something that feels like the lowest of lows.

You see people at their very best – and people at their VERY WORST!

At SIFG, we truly try to capitalize on the good stuff as much as possible. The cheering, the hundreds of small wins that range from a girl breaking through a hitting slump, to a pitcher getting her first few strikeouts, to a coach seeing the small steps of growth add up to something substantial.

And yet, we would be lying, and somewhat superficial if we were to say anyone who felt anything but the good things was an evil-spirited person who didn’t remember that this was a kids game, played by kids – and that they were nothing but fun-sucking selfish adults. It’s easy to sit back in judgment and talk about the ‘should bes.’ Harder when you are sitting there at the park watching your team fall apart, or taking bad calls personally, or irritated with coaching etc.

Admission time. Last weekend, we watched our 14U team get hammered by 9 runs in the first inning of a game because we seemingly forgot how to catch outfield pop flies. Even worse, each and every ball hit the glove of a player. One by one, the balls fell to the grass. And, then in perfect harmony, the infield followed suit making goofy throws and letting balls go between their legs. It didn’t help that this happened during a game with a team that we had a perceived ’rivalry’ with.

As parents, we held our hands over our faces. Some got up and walked away. Others started bleacher coaching with furrowed brows. What was happening? And then, I felt it. The frustration had led to anger. The anger was swelling up inside my throat. In that first awful inning, it was easy to forget all the good the team had done in the previous 5 games. Easy to forget that the outfield had been stellar all day long. Absolutely, I pondered filling my styrofoam cup with copious amounts of alcohol. Felt embarrassed, could I scratch the name off of my t-shirt so I could make it to the bathroom unscathed?

Everything I thought about saying to the girls was laced with anger as I sat there shaking my head in disbelief that we fell apart so fast.

Then it hit me. This was one inning. Or one game. Sure, the team was capable of better. But perhaps them most important thing was that I had nothing to be angry about. I was simply a spectator. I didn’t make the errors. This team is the one who succeeds or fails together. It wasn’t the coaches fault. Sure, I thought he should start moving some players – but what would that teach anyone? Did it frustrate me that he left those girls out there to try to rummage three outs in what seemed like an impossible and never-ending first inning? Yes! But the truth is, that was the best thing TO DO!  And eventually, they did it.

The girls had to find the want within themselves. This was their lesson as ball players to learn! This was THEIR GAME, not mine. Why was I so mad?

Hear this closely….their performance had NOTHING TO DO WITH ME or MY SELF WORTH, OR SUCCESS.

Why are we so attached to our children’s performance on the softball field?Isn’t that selfish and egotistical. Aren’t our children individuals?

The kids had to figure out a way to come back, work through this together, and on their own. No one on the sidelines could do it for them, and anger from those around them certainly wasn’t going to help.

Bottom line, these girls know what to do, what they should be doing – how things are supposed to go. If anyone had a right to be angry, it was the girls on the field. Angry with themselves, angry with what happened. The pitcher should have been angry that her team didn’t play behind her.

When they finally got off the field, the coach didn’t say a word. It was just time to hit, time to start over. Disgruntled parents started walking up to the dugout, all irritated and angry. I was still angry and chose not to make eye contact with my daughter. It was not my right to be angry.

Why would I take on anger that didn’t belong to me? Sure, we are invested as parents, but at some point – we have to allow the girls to OWN THE GAME!

And not once, have I ever seen a parents anger help a team. Plus, what example does that set?

Finally, I came to the conclusion that I would just sit back and watch it pan out. This was their lesson, their growing experience as a team to endure, THEIR experience not mine. My anger had no place, so I shushed it away. (Certainly I have to admit, this was easier to do since the girls found a way to put the first inning behind them and regained their ability to play ball)

At the end of the day, we don’t want our kids to remember that we were angry. We are there to watch them play, win or lose – succeed or fail. We can’t put conditions on, or attach strings to our role as parents of softball players. (If we do, WE LOSE OUT)  Sure, some days are better than others – but part of the game is taking it all in strides. And the kids gain a lot more when we allow THEM to take ownership of their personal performance, their team, and their losses and WINS!


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9 Tips for Choosing a Great Softball Private Instructor

Guest post by Ken Krause,

Life in the Fastpitch Lane

So, you’ve decided your softball player could use a little extra help to reach her goals, and have decided to bring her to a private instructor. That’s the good news. Now comes the hard part – choosing the right one.

You’re about to make a significant investment of time and money. You want to make sure that it’s time and money well-spent, which means you want her to learn the best way to do things for the long term rather than techniques that may work for a while rather than ending up in a dead end. But how do you know what’s best, especially when different instructors are telling you different or conflicting things?

As a private instructor with more than 15 years of experience teaching pitching, hitting and catching, and nearly 20 years as a softball coach, I know how difficult this decision can be. Following are a few tips to help you make the right choice

1. Before you start talking to instructors, learn as much as you can. You don’t have to become an expert, but try to find out at least some basics about the skill you want to hire the instructor to teach. Take pitching for example. A popular instruction for teaching pitching is to tell the pitcher to snap her hand up and touch her shoulder when she throws the pitch. Another is to finish with her elbow pointed at the catcher (aka the Hello Elbow). Neither of those are what elite pitchers do, and neither will help your daughter become all she can be. But how will you know that unless you do your homework? Do your best to discover the latest thinking about the skill and compare that to what the instructor teaches. If the two don’t match, that instructor isn’t the right choice.

2. Ask to observe a lesson. Observing a lesson serves two purposes. It allows you to see what the instructor is teaching, and it serves as a “chemistry test” to see how the instructor interacts with his/her students. The second part is just as important as the first. You know your daughter best, and know how she responds to different stimuli. A coach may be the most knowledgeable person in the world, but if he/she is harsh and your daughter doesn’t respond well to a harsh style of coaching, lesson time could end up being a miserable experience. On the other hand, if the instructor is “soft” and your daughter responds best to a strong personality, it’s probably not going to work either. Look for a good match between your daughter and the instructor.

3. Compare what’s being taught to what the best players in the world do. This point goes along with the first two. While you’re talking to or observing an instructor, pay attention to what’s being taught. Then go out to the Internet and compare that instruction to video of what the best players in the world do to see if it matches. For example, if your daughter is going to take hitting instruction, compare what the instructor says to top college hitters, pro softball players, and Major League Baseball hitters. Let’s say she’s being told to swing down on the ball to get backspin so it “carries out of the park.” Then look to see if that’s what good hitters really do (it’s not). Again, if the instruction doesn’t match what you see, it’s time to find another instructor before you spend too much time going down the wrong path. This is something you should do on a continuing basis, by the way. Some instructors are good about the basics, but may not know the more advanced techniques as well.

4. Look for enthusiasm. Is the instructor energetic and interacting actively with his/her students, or just going through the motions for the money? According to the book

The Talent Code, one of the key factors in a player becoming a high achiever is a coach/teacher who lights a spark in the student. That’s hard to do if the instructor seems only vaguely present. You want your daughter to love what she’s doing. It starts with an instructor who loves what he/she is doing.

5. Don’t get fooled by how good the instructor was as a player. This is an easy mistake to make. Just because someone was a great player doesn’t mean he/she will be an even adequate instructor. Not everyone can teach. You’re not hiring that instructor to play for your team. You’re hiring him/her to teach your daughter. Some great former players have no idea what they did as players – they just repeat whatever they might have been told when they were younger – instructions they may have actually overcome in their career. Others may not know how to break down instruction. It came easily to them, so they don’t know how to help a student who is having trouble learning. You want a knowledgeable teacher first. If he/she happens to have been a great player too so much the better. But remember it doesn’t matter how much the instructor knows – only how much of it he/she can teach.

6. Don’t get fooled by the success of an instructor’s marquee students. It’s easy to go on a website, see the instructor has helped X number of students get scholarships to top schools, or has a couple of “name” students, and assume that means it transfers to everyone. It doesn’t. I have had outstanding students who have gone far, and I have had students who didn’t do particularly well even locally. This despite the fact that I teach the same things to every student. The reality is success is 90 percent the student, how hard she works, how much she listens, and how genetically predisposed to athletic excellence she is. The instructor merely points the way. There are no miracle coaches out there who can turn anyone into a sought-after college prospect. The coach is more like a fishing guiding. He/she can take you to the right spot on the lake, but you still have to drop your line in the water and reel the fish in. Try to look at a larger sample of the instructor’s students, and pay special attention to the kids who don’t look like stud athletes. If those students are performing at a higher level than their general athleticism suggests, the instructor will likely have more of an impact on your daughter, no matter what her core abilities are.

7. See who the top performers are in your area and ask who they go to. This might seem obvious but parents often forget this step. Most players and parents will happily share who their daughter’s instructor is because they’re happy with the results. They’ll also give you an insider’s perspective of what working with the instructor is like.

8. Look for who’s gotten better on your own team. Let’s say your daughter is playing on a travel team, and somehow between fall and spring one of her teammates has gotten considerably better. That probably didn’t happen organically; it’s likely someone helped her. If you’re impressed by the improvement, find out who helped her get there. He/she can probably do the same for your daughter.

9. Avoid long-term contracts. Any reputable instructor will let you sign up for lessons without having to make a long-term commitment. Anyone who doesn’t is probably more interested in your money than teaching your daughter. They may have packages that allow you to purchase several lessons at once for less than a per-lesson cost, but it shouldn’t be a requirement.

Remember that getting good at anything takes time – and effort.

I always say that if I could just touch a player on the head and make her a great pitcher, hitter, etc. that lessons would cost $1,000 each and there would be a line a mile long to get in. But it doesn’t work that way. Just like learning to play the guitar or dance the mambo, or to read for that matter, it generally takes a long series of little gains. That can be difficult for players and their parents to accept in our instant coffee, microwave popcorn world. But it’s the truth. You’re in it for the long haul. But if your daughter works diligently at it, the success will come. Good luck, and remember to have fun!

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