(This is the last in a series of entries by guest bloggers throughout the high school spring sports season. Mike Nemchek and his daughter Sammi, who just finished her fourth year as a starter on Trinity Catholic’s softball team, explore the topical nature of the parent-athlete dynamic. Mike coached many of the city’s top players in youth leagues, including Sammi.)
By Mike Nemchek
The final out of the 2009 Trinity softball season was recorded on Tuesday, June 2nd in Terryville. Although there were an abundance of opportunities (8 or 9 runners left in scoring position), victory escaped the Crusaders.
One of my goals as a coach in the past was to always win our last game of the season, and I wished the same this year for my daughter Sammi and her teammates. Unfortunately, the Terryville pitcher had other ideas and she effectively mixed her pitches to stall the Trinity offense at the most inopportune times.
I handled the immediate end of Sammi’s high school softball career much better than expected. Maybe that’s because I was in so much pain from an inflammation of the hip joint, or maybe that’s because I knew I had to quickly return to Stamford in order to umpire two adult softball games later that evening.
After taking some pictures with her teammates, coaches and even a few with me, Sammi boarded the bus for her final trip home as a proud member of the green and gold, and I was left to ponder what might have been.
Although the season ended on a Tuesday, it was not until the following Sunday morning that it really sank in that my days of watching my daughter play high school softball were truly over. You see, from late March to late May I was accustomed to seeing the Crusaders practice on Sunday mornings as I walked into and out from mass at St. Gabriel.
Truth be told, I even used to sneak a few peeks after passing the collection basket. This past Sunday, however, was much different. I was late to mass so I didn’t really notice going in, but as I exited after mass, I glanced at the field and it was completely empty. Not a sole was pitching, hitting, throwing or catching.
There were sounds, but not the usual sounds of laughter representing good times. Instead, the sounds were coming from the football field, where preparations were ongoing for the graduation ceremonies to be held later in the day. That’s truly when I realized my little girl was about to conclude a very important chapter in her young life.
I know it’s corny and I’ll probably take heat for this confession, but it was at that moment that tears began rolling down my face. Sadness, joy and pride were just a few of the emotions that took turns filling my body. The good news is I could not spend a lot of time reflecting because I had to leave in order to pick up the graduation cake; therefore, the mush didn’t last for too long.
Overall, the 2009 season was one to be very proud of, and I am extremely pleased with the development of the softball program at Trinity. My sincere thanks to the coaches and players for their dedication and hard work. A special note of thanks to my little girl Sammi for reminding me, by her actions, of just how precious and kind she is.
My first entry to this blog centered on lyrics to the song “Don’t Blink,” so it’s only fitting my final entry quotes yet another. You see, not everyone can win the championship, but for those who don’t, you hope they at least learn, improve and have fun. After all, it’s a journey.
That said, Miley Cyrus really captures it when she sings:
“There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb.”