Clare
drove down to Kentucky from Valpo over the weekend to see Louisville play
Syracuse; this allowed for a little Chris time.
When in Rome, she also made like the Romans do, which for my daughter
meant a trip to the Louisville Slugger factory and museum. It wasn’t her first visit.
We
went five years ago, on our way back from Chattanooga, the site of Clare’s
last-ever softball nationals. We took
the tour, saw a hunk of wood turned into a sleek instrument of batting average
and power (depending on who they were going to) and then went to lunch. Oh, wait, Clare insisted on using the batting
cage on the premises. As I recall, a
nine- or ten-year old boy watching couldn’t get over how hard that girl was
hitting the ball.
This
time, Clare bought a souvenir bat she wants to hang over her bed someday. A girl with a wooden bat—it’s a start.
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