Team Canada softball finished its final exhibition game in preparation for the Olympics today. We beat Hitachi Software, a professional team from Japan, 3-1. They were a solid team with strong hitters and an off speed drop ball/ change up pitcher who proved to be a bit of a challenge. It was a great game and Megan Timpf's three run homerun proved enough to take the win. Atta girl Timpfer!
Tomorrow afternoon we will drive to the airport and take a three hour flight to Beijing. We arrive at 8pm and will move into the Olympic village! Our final destination as a team...how strange is that. We've been on this journey for eight months now. At times it seemed like it would never end...and now we're wishing it wouldn't.
I'm often asked if I'm nervous. Last night actually, my roommate Mel asked me--so are you getting nervous yet? The truth is that I use to have a very nervous stomach. When I first started with the team in 2005 I use to get on the bus on the way to the field and I'd be doing anything I could to keep my dinner down. Heavy breathing, drinking water, sitting by the window...and the funny thing is, I started as a bench player. I knew I would see some time pinch running or maybe an at bat later in the game, but really, what did I have to be nervous about? Within two years I had learned a lot from the coaches and gotten far more comfortable with my role on the team. Two veteran Olympians retired and there I was with my first opportunity to start. I remember the first game I started at Canada Cup in 2007. I got on the bus, waiting for my stomach to turn on...and nothing! I was surprised, and grateful that my stomach decided to take the day off. I've always thought that when I was a bench player I was worried about everything. Worried about what they'd throw me IF I got in, worried about IF I'd get in, worried about what the coaches were thinking, worried about how much I needed to do to get in. All that worrying didn't make me a better player, it made me a nervous one. On the day of my first start I had finally got everything I wanted-the opportunity. I didn't want to waste it and I didn't want anyone to take it away. I didn't have room for worrying. I just had to play.
When we get to Beijing, I expect my stomach to turn on. At least a bit. I hope I feel butterflies, get anxious, sweat it out a little. To me, that'll show how much this means to me. I just don't want to put myself in a position where my nerves take away from the game. Sure, this is something I've wanted since I was old enough to know that softball was an Olympic sport, but really, what good is the ride if I'm spending the whole time being sick in the backseat?? The Olympics should be treated like any other tournament...should being the operative word. We've played the teams before, hit their pitchers before and we've performed well. Now it's time to show that we can be consistent. That I can be consistent. It's a matter of playing everyday with that edge, that feeling of opportunity. The more time I've spent thinking about it, the more committed I've become to not missing out on this experience. I can't promise I'll hit .1000, or .500, I'd like .300 but hey, beggars can't be choosers. I can't promise my fielding percentage will be perfect. What I can promise is that I won't take myself out of the game. I'll be aggressive, I'll be in each pitch and I'm invested in this experience, one game at a time. The performance aspect will take care of itself as long as the mental side is in check.
To answer the question...yes I am nervous. I'm also grateful because the past two years have afforded me many opportunities to learn how to deal with these emotions. I'm a better player for the mistakes I've made and the hits I've missed. Even as I write this I'm smiling thinking of how amazing it's going to be to contribute to our team getting a medal. I'll be excited, I'll be nervous and I'll have reason to be. What's important to remember is that the fence is still set at 220ft at the Olympics. The ball is still yellow, the pitcher is still 43 ft away, and I'll still be at third base. The game doesn't change just because the pressure does. So here's to enjoying being nervous...as strange as it sounds. Caring that much about the outcome of these games is what's going to make this experience so worthwhile.
The next blog I write will come from the Olympic village. I'm told we will have internet access set up in small pods all over the compound. Fingers crossed!!
Yours in Softball,
Erin #20
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