Time for girls softball to go!

In 2014, Mo’Ne Davis of the Philadelphia Taney Dragons became the first girl to post a win in the Little League World Series. Still, she would eventually have to settle for softball.

The Paris Summer Olympic games are almost upon us, and what you won’t see might surprise you. There will be no baseball or softball teams taking the field.

For baseball, the primary issue involves scheduling. Almost 28% of players in the big leagues are from other countries. The league would struggle should all of them, as well as those slated for the U.S. team, skip over to Paris in the middle of the season.

As for softball, well…the game just isn’t that popular worldwide.

So here’s where I make my plea. Isn’t it time, finally, to do away with girls interscholastic softball? Girls should be playing baseball. The outdated idea that women can’t handle the game is ridiculous.

It’s not like women playing baseball is a new idea. If you’ve seen the iconic movie A League of Their Own, you know the story. In the 1940s, when the men shipped off to World War II leaving the professional game in shambles, 600 women stepped up to try out for the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League, 280 of which made the final cut. While the players were forced to wear short skirts and encouraged to play up their femininity, it was their skills as players that drew fans to ballparks. But when the men came home, the women were destined to be housewives and mothers, their well-oiled mitts and favorite bats stashed in an attic, leaving nothing but memories.

During World War II, 280 women played pro-baseball with the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League, but when the men came back the women went home.

Somewhere along the line, it was decided that women were too “girly” and weak to play on a full-scale baseball diamond, so softball seemed the perfect fix. A softball field is considerably smaller than its baseball counterpart, with bases just 60 feet apart as opposed to 90. Girls play with an oversized bat and a significantly larger ball.

Now please don’t get all puffed up and point out that softball is not easy to play—I’m looking at you 40+ league players. And I’m in no way denigrating the skills of the girls and women who excell at softball. It’s just that I’ve seen both games from what you might call the best seat in the house. While I primarily umpired amateur baseball for 25 years—from youth to high school to adult leagues—I was occasionally asked to take the plate in softball games, where I quickly learned that softball is not baseball.

And never will be.

As to women being too weak to handle baseball, well, that just makes me laugh. I learned a few decades back that there are plenty of women tough enough to hurl themselves headlong into bases and fly flat out to catch a line drive.  I met some of those players in the Women’s National Adult Baseball Association,  a short-lived pro league in which I served as an umpire.

I spent 25 years calling balls and strikes in amateur baseball. Trust me. It’s nothing like softball.

Today, there are no girls high school teams. The reason, we’re told, is that there aren’t enough girls who want to play the game. Those few who do must try out for boys teams, an inequitable solution all around.

What’s the answer? Maybe, if we encourage girls to play baseball in Little League, like we do with boys, more would become interested early on. And here I mean all-girls teams, where there would be no unfair comparisons to boys. They’d learn those specific and difficult skills the game requires—hitting, catching, throwing, pitching—while they’re still young, and will be better prepared to succeed on the diamond than if they tried to learn the game in high school.

All they need is a little encouragement. And if girls come out to play baseball in force, what excuse will those in charge have to deny them the opportunity?

YOUR FORGOTTEN SONS

INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY

ANNE MONTGOMERY

Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to a Graves Registration Company, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?

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Remember when they told us sports were good for us? They lied!

I bet your think sport officials are generally safe from harm, but think again. Sometimes players run right over us.

I spent most of my life involved with sports. I started ice skating at five and skiing at eight. I don’t remember learning to swim, but I spent 35 years in lap pools. I was an amateur sports official for four decades, a time during which I called football, baseball, ice hockey, soccer, and basketball games. I’ve ridden horses and hiked the backcountry. I’ve lifted weights and practiced yoga. I’m a scuba diver.

I mention my forays in the sports world, because I feel I’ve been led astray. Remember when they told us sports were good for us? Well, I’m pretty sure they lied.

How do I know? Rotator cuff surgery: twice. A decade of shots filled with gelatinous goo that was routinely inserted into my knees. A compression fracture in my spine. A broken leg. Two fractured arms. Horrendous bruises that had people staring. One woman actually approached me and pointed at my banged-up leg.

“I was hit by a line drive in a baseball game,” I explained.

I’d rather be run over by football players than be hit by a baseball. They hurt!

“You don’t have to lie, honey.” She shook her head. “We’ll get the bastard!”

“No, really. It was a baseball. See the seams?”

The point is, those of us who climbed on the sports wagon believed we would be healthy and happy for all that effort. But even something as seemingly benign as swimming can leave proverbial scars. All that repetitive motion eventually has painful results.

And still, doctors say exercise and sports are good for us. The Web.MD article “Exercise: What’s In It For You?” says, all that sweat and effort can improve our mood, give us more energy, make us more productive, improve our quality of sleep, give us strong bones and muscles, lower our risk of cancer, give us healthy hearts, help control our weight, lead to longer lives, and ease arthritis pain.

At this point, scuba diving is the only sport that hasn’t hurt me much. Then again, I stopped carrying my tanks years ago.

I have to say here that the last one made me laugh, since my aching joints are a direct result of, you guessed it, sports and exercise.

Sometimes, when I’m having a particular sore day, I think back to the times I pushed myself too hard or failed to get out of the way. Back then my choices seemed reasonable. But today all of my painful parts put those decisions in a different light.

There’s nothing much I can do about my damaged joints and muscles and that collection of X-rays, MRIs, and scars, but I did finally admit to myself that given the opportunity and a time-travel capsule, I’d probably do it all again.

Not sure what that says about me, but there you have it.

Coming soon!

Your Forgotten Sons

Inspired by a true story

Anne Montgomery

Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to a Graves Registration Company, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?

Release Date: June 6, 2024

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