This little girl was behind our dugout at my last softball tournament. She had Downs Syndrome and was the cutest little girl ever. She had a tiny glove and a little squishy softball. She stood behind our dugout and threw the ball at it. When it came back down she’d try to catch it. She was smiling and laughing and honestly having tons of fun. That’s when I remembered. I remembered why I started playing the game in the first place. It wasn’t about winning or losing. It was about playing for the love of the game. Simply being out on the field because that was your passion. All those practices everyday, giving up your weekends, choosing a sport over your social life because that’s where your heart belongs. On that field, the place where all your troubles go away and you feel like you belong. I want to thank this little girl. For reminding me why I picked up a bat and ball in the first place. And thank her for keeping myself in check when I lose my purpose for playing. Not for the trophies or the wins.Simply for the love of the game.