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Christmas Getaway // One-shot

Joel Miller x Softball coach F!reader

Explicit, 18+

My series Masterlist & My Main Masterlist - My Ao3

Summary: You met Joel by coincidence. You picked up a little side job to be a high school softball coach for fun, and Sarah was one of your top players. Sarah introduces you to Joel after the first game and both of you hit it off immediately. The three of you grow closer throughout the year and end up spending the holidays together on a getaway trip. Joel treats you to a nice night.

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Age gap (28/40), NO outbreak AU, sexual tension, dry humping, oral (giving), fingering, possessive dirty talk, unprotected p in v, cream pie, squirting 2x, overstimulation, porn w/ plot, mutual pinning

—Hi babes🩷 I hope every one has a wonderful holiday season, I love you all! I’m thankful for you all who have given my writing a chance and I’m so thrilled to be putting out more for you guys! Hope you like this little personal piece I had😚

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“GO ALL THE WAY SARAH!!” You scream as you frantically swing your arm in a circle telling her to not stop, second and third base are loaded and Sarah just hit a line-drive between second and third base which whizzed by shortstop AND the left-fielder. The two girls on base run home and Sarah is halfway to third when you hear a deep southern voice boom from your right, “GO BABY GO!!”

Too focused on Sarah to look at the mystery man, you notice an outfielder throwing the ball to the pitcher and Sarah just rounded third base. You’re sweating from the nerves and from the scorching Texas sun just beating down on you. The girls in the dugout behind you are incoherently screaming, the pitcher releases the ball to the catcher at home, however, Sarah is the fastest on the team! “SLIDE! SLIDE” you scream but there’s an echo to it, it’s the same smooth voice that makes you weak in the knees.

Sarah slides into home base and collides with the catcher, you wince as dirt and dust are all that’s visible to the naked eye. The cheers have turned into dead silence, the heavy breaths of players and family members is all that could be heard. All your team needs to win is this one run, Sarah’s run, otherwise it's a tie. Your heart is about to lunge out of your chest, you’re repeatedly muttering to yourself, “you got this girl! You so got it Sarah! You’re safe!”

The Umpire puts his hand up as he swats the cloud of dirt away from the air, you see Sarah’s body on the plate with the catcher on top of her but the ball isn’t in her hand, you smirk as you see the ball on the ground next to the catcher's head. The Ump swipes his hands and grunts, “SAFE”.

The crowd behind your players start to hoot and holler, your whole dugout roars and runs out to Sarah. But you’re the first one to her, as she stands up and throws her helmet to the ground next to her, “WE WON!” She shouts with almost a disbelief tone.

You pick her up in a hug and spin her once then set her back on her feet, “BECAUSE OF YOU SARAH!” She’s smiling ear to ear as she looks at you, by now the whole team is surrounding Sarah. The mixture of laughter, tears, and shrieks erupts from the team of teenagers. The first game of the season is off to a pretty good start, your body is warm on the inside as you see your players bounce with excitement.

“SARAH, SARAH, SARAH.” A chant echoes behind you, you turn and see the family of your girls entering the field with smiles and claps, but this one man in front sticks out to you. He’s wearing a fitting Texas Longhorn football T-shirt, that looks worn, with an orange & black flannel unbuttoned over it, a pair of dark blue jeans with what look to be work boots, but what catches your attention is his beautiful face. His short but curly chocolate and silver hair and his thick but kinda patchy beard, with his trademark brown eyes match together almost too perfectly.

“DAD! I DID IT!” Sarah breaks away from her teammates and sprints towards this man who you’ve been eyeing, and she practically knocks him to the ground as she jumps and wraps herself like a monkey around him like he’s a massive tree. “Yes you did baby girl! I’m so proud of you!” You hear him chuckle as he hugs her tightly, you don’t realize that you’re staring and smiling. Until Tiffany, one of your players, booty bumps your hip and whispers, “That’s Joel, Sarah’s dad. You two would be pretty cute together.” You laugh at her and tell her to knock it off, now turning and looking at your girls you yell, “Okay all my ladies, meet me in center-field!”

After praising the girls about how well they played today, you reminded them that the season will be tough and to not let today make them cocky, but to continue to learn and have fun with it! “RedHawks on three! ONE, TWO, THREE, REDHAWKS!” The huddle of the team yell in unison with their hands in the air! The girls all scatter to their belongings then to their families and as you’re walking back to the dugout to collect your things, you hear Sarah yell, “Hey coach! Wait up!” You turn around and see Sarah with Joel, Sarah wasting no time introducing you, “Coach this is my Dad, Dad this is my coach!”

“Nice to meet you…Sarah’s Dad” You reply with a chuckle, you reach your hand out to shake his, the large hand completely covering your small hand as he shakes and smiles, “It’s nice to meet you Sarah’s Coach!” And you two have hit it off since that moment in the middle of February, at your first game of the season.

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It’s now mid December, the twenty-third to be exact, you and Joel have been officially dating since July. You still have your own apartment, which you rarely stay at now since Joel and Sarah begged that you stay with them, but you insist on having it available because you like having your own space once in a while, but you also want to have a backup just in case. Joel has brought up the idea of selling it but you refuse, only because this relationship is fresh and you don’t want to be stuck with nothing if it goes bad.

Especially with the holidays coming up, which always seemed to be the downfall for you. For example; Thanksgiving was boring like the last five years, until Joel and Sarah invited you over for their celebration with his family. You felt so loved, which you haven’t felt from your own family since they discovered you dropped out of college. They were not thrilled to hear that, you immediately became the disappointment of the family, even though your brother, who’s five years younger than you, had just had a baby out of wedlock. But somehow you still took the cake as the awful child, you didn’t care at this point, they were all pieces of shits anyway.

“What do you think darlin’?” Joel’s voice breaks your train of memories, you got so distracted you honestly don’t know what he and Sarah were just discussing. “Um, say that one more time, I'm sorry!” You reply as you take a sip of hot chocolate and set it on the table next to Joel, Sarah just made it for you all after Joel put dinner away. “We were talking about how we should go out to Tommy’s lake house for Christmas weekend, we’ll have to leave tomorrow, just so we can get away!” Sarah chirps from her seat on the other end of the couch from you and Joel, who are snuggled underneath a warm quilt blanket.

“Yes we so should! I’ll just have to stop by my place and grab some things!” You happily smile at Sarah, who is now jumping from her seat with joy. “YES! Finally another girl I can hang out with there!” The three of you laugh for a minute and she quickly says, “Wait…I’m gonna go pack!” She sprints upstairs before either of you can say anything. “That girl, she is something else.” Joel chuckles to himself as he takes a sip out of his navy coffee mug.

“Just like her father, always up to something.” You reply with a smirk as you lightly elbow his side, “Makes sense why you fit right in with us.” He whistles right back with no hesitation, that’s one thing you love about Joel, how he can come back with jokes and not be offended. You hum as you move in closer to his side, he lifts his free arm and puts it around your shoulder as you lean into him.

Looking around the living room, you feel fuzzy on the inside, almost like a little girl during Christmas. The decorated tree is filled with Sarah’s baby ornaments, Joel’s favorites, and now, with Joel and Sarah insisting, some of your own favorite ornaments. Your eyes then move to the fireplace and mantle, you were proud of yourself, Joel wasn’t much of a decorator, so you took the opportunity to spruce up his house more than just a tree and some lights.

You put a light blue cloth over the top of the white wooden mantle, a little over a dozen little trees in a couple clusters in each corner, and a string of white lights - this little touch made the fireplace and living room feel more festive, Joel and Sarah loved it.

“I think a getaway isn’t a bad idea,” Joel states, you two still looking at the tv which is playing a rerun of an SVU episode, “Tommy’s got a pretty cool spot about two hours out of town, he bought it for himself on his twenty-sixth birthday.” You’re looking up at him now, you love when he talks about his family, it makes you happy that he still talks with them.

“Well,” you start as you sit up and swing your leg over his hips so you’re now sitting on his lap and looking into his eyes, “If you insist,” even though you already decided to go in your head, you wanted to play with Joel a little bit, “I do have a hard time saying ‘no’ to you Miller.” You’re playing with the curls on the back of his neck as he wraps the blanket behind your waist and it’s so big that Joel has some draped by his legs.

His hands are resting on your thighs while his thumbs rub small circles on the inner part close to your purring pussy, causing drops of arousal to soak your panties, “Why would you want to say ‘no’ to a fun time?” Joel’s words flow out of his mouth like silk, you hate that he knows the effect he has on you, yet you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Your face heats up and you slowly roll your hips onto his cock, Joel chokes back a moan - honestly you had the same effect on him, which you loved. His eyes are locked on your covered cunt that is grinding on his restrained cock, you tug his face up by his hair and kiss him with teeth and tongue. “Dad do yo-“ Sarah walks around the corner and sees you two practically going at it, “Get a room you guys, jesussss.” She blinds her eyes with her hand and laughs as you scramble off Joel’s lap, almost falling onto the floor before Joel catches you.

“Weren't you packing?” Joel questions with a half serious, half joking tone to it as he pulls you back onto his lap, but now you’re laying on his chest. Sarah starts to rebuttal but Joel cuts her off and you can’t help but laugh at the situation, she just just caught her dad and he is slowly losing his patience. His hands are stroking your back which tells you, he wants you, bad.

“I was just gonna ask if we’ll be there just for the weekend or the week?” Sarah scoffs as stands there, “Just the weekend, the two of us still have jobs dear. Now go finish, we’ll watch a movie in a little bit.” Joel responds as he looks at her with a painful grin across his face, you can tell he is struggling to hold it together. “National Lampoon's??” Sarah chirps up, you look at her and go, “Duh!” She does a fist pump and a little ‘yessss’ as she runs away to her bedroom.

“Really? Lampoon’s?” Joel chuckles as he looks down into your eyes, “It’s only the best Christmas movie ever…besides the Grinch.” You remark as you put both hands flat on his chest and rest your chin on them and continue to talk about each movie. You honestly loved Lampoon’s and the Grinch, you grew up watching them and as you’ve gotten older, they’ve become a lot funnier.

Joel, still stroking your back, just looks at you as you rave about these two hilarious movies, you don’t notice but he’s in complete awe of you right now. In his mind he’s thinking about how you’re the one, the one for Sarah, and the one for him. You have him wrapped around your little finger and you don’t even notice it, Joel would do just about anything for you, he really does love you. He’s gonna make you his little wife someday, a mom to Sarah, and who knows, maybe a baby of your own with Joel.

“Hellooo?” You’re now waving your hands in front of his face, “Is Joel Miller in there?” You laugh at him staring into space, after you were done explaining your thoughts you had asked Joel what was his favorite, but all he did was stare at you when you asked. “Sorry darlin’, just got lost in thought. What did you ask?” He asks as he moves a piece of hair behind your ear, his warm touch on your face makes you melt. God you love this man so much, and he doesn’t even know the half of it.

You laugh as you ask him, “I asked what’s your favorite Christmas movie?” He throws his head back onto the couch and chuckles, “You’re gonna laugh, Sarah thinks it’s ridiculous.” You now wrap your arms around his torso and turn your head to listen to his heartbeat, “So what? I just went on and on about mine. I still wanna know yours.” You mumble as you take a whiff of him and you smile, he smells like a mix of hot chocolate, cinnamon, and sweat. You are actually addicted to the way he smells, you wish you could smell like him all the time, so everyone knows who you belong to.

“Well, I love the original Charlie Brown: Christmas. It was Sarah’s favorite when she was a toddler, it was on repeat all the time, so it’s just got a special place in my heart for my little girl, who’s not so little anymore.” Joel confesses with a hint of sadness towards the end of his sentence. Your smile fades a little bit at the bittersweet memory, but you still chime out, “I think that’s precious. We should watch it while we’re away, all three of us.”

Joel now has his muscular arms wrapped around your body and his lips on top of your head, he leaves a couple kisses then mumbles, “I would like that, more than you know.” You leave a couple kisses on his chest and you softly reply, “It’s a date then.” Joel hums in your hair and you two stay latched on to one another for what seems like eternity, both of you slowly putting each other to sleep by the rhythm of your breathing.

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“Are we there yetttt?” Sarah drags out with a groan from the back seat of the truck, you roll your eyes and chuckle at her for, yet again, asking how much longer. The three of you are about ten minutes away from Tommy’s lake house, but Sarah has asked throughout the entire trip which ended up taking longer than two hours because of Christmas Eve traffic, but you can’t really be upset, she’s just really excited.

Joel, on the other hand, was getting very irritated each time she asked, only because he knows that Sarah has been here many times and knows how long it takes, even counting holiday traffic. You could obviously tell he was upset but Sarah had no idea just because she never sees her dad upset, what a blessing that is. “GPS says about ten minutes left until we’re there! You can wait just a little bit longer girl!” You turn around in the passenger seat and inform her before Joel lets out the irritation that now has turned to anger, out on Sarah, you understood his frustration but she doesn’t need to feel the wrath of it.

Sarah cheers and then puts her headphones back on and goes back to doing whatever she was doing on her phone, you chuckle under your breath and turn back around. “Thank you.” Joel mumbles as he puts his calloused, yet still soft, hand on your inner thigh closest to him, still looking out at the road in front of him. “Of course.” Is all you say as you stare out your window at the beautiful woods you’re driving through - you’re absolutely floored by the beauty of it all, you honestly didn’t know Texas had parts that looked like this. The last couple minutes of your drive are silent other than the radio playing random Christmas songs, you’re so excited to get away from the city for a weekend, the holidays even.

Joel makes a final right turn down a steep dirt track hill, which is bumpy to say the least, but it’s surrounded by the tall trees you’ve been enthralled with. Your stomach is in knots, you’re not sure why, probably just really excited for something out of your norm. “Well darlin’, welcome to the Miller family lake house.” Joel smoothly tells you as he makes a slight left turn and you finally see what these two have been raving about. “Holy shit.” Is all that comes out of your mouth, which drops at the sight of this magnificent home in front of you.

It’s almost like a fucking mansion, no it IS a mansion, it looks like it could be four homes in one. The beautiful dark gray paint and matching roof with cream colored shutters and gutters that match together perfectly are what initially draws you in, but what makes it, are the windows. The massive floor to ceiling glass throughout almost the whole home nearly brings tears to your eyes, It's so beautiful. You’re still breathless as Joel parks the truck and you step out the passenger seat, you strut down the couple steps in front of the house and walk down the dock that has a pontoon boat with two jet skis next to it.

You reach the edge of the dock and gaze out at the beautiful water that now starts at your feet and you catch how the sun setting casts a reflection that is just breathtaking. The sky is a mix of purples, pinks, and oranges that mix like a Bob Ross painting, it almost doesn’t seem real. A cool breeze blows by, making you wrap your lace black shawl tighter around yourself, not the best idea to wear shorts and a tank top.

Turning your head to the right, you notice there’s even a little section of beach that looks to be on Tommy’s side of the property. There’s a line of lake houses on either side of his, but this one was the only one that stuck out to you. You can't believe that Tommy bought this, or even that you’re allowed here.

Suddenly, a pair of hoodie covered arms wrap around your waist and a familiar scratch of a beard cradles in your neck, you lean back into the known touch and hum. “What do you think?” He asks between warm kisses to your soft spot, “It’s- I’m-,” still at a loss for words on how this is possible, you stutter, “This place is incredible.” Joel’s warm breaths on your neck from him chuckling sends a shiver down your spine, the tiniest things he does have such an impact on you. “I’m glad you’re able to be here, I love that Sarah and I can share this with you.”

You open your mouth to thank him for being so generous to you, but before you can, Sarah’s loud voice from the house behind you yells, “You two love birds gonna come help or what?!” You look up at Joel and you both start to die of laughter, Sarah always had this timing, every damn time. In your fit of laughter he ends up turning you around and deeply kisses you, causing your laughter to come to a halt. You kiss him back with intensity, so much so that your mind convinces you that you two are the only things floating in space right now. You truly love this man, you love everything he does to and for you - Joel is everything you’ve been looking for.

Joel pulls away from your lips with a pop, leaving you feeling dizzy and hungry for more. Staring into each other's eyes and foreheads resting on the others, Joel coos, “We should probably go help before she gets bitchy with us.” This makes you throw your head back and laugh, “Fucking teenagers.” Joel puts his arm over your shoulder and you two walk back towards the truck to unload the gifts and your luggage. “Fuckin teenagers is right my dear.” He repeats your words with a chuckle in his chest that echoes across the top of the water.

—

After the three of you emptied the truck of your belongings and you all picked which room to stay in, you had made dinner. Sarah put in a special request for your classic breakfast for dinner, cinnamon french toast with sausage and bacon, something so simple but delicious. You had the time of your life cooking, the kitchen was actually insane, the white marble countertop made your knees weak, the tall white cabinets that matched the drawers on the island made you drool. The sink and stove was a stunning stainless steel with gold trim, this place was literally your dream home.

Dinner had been made and put away, Joel cleaned up the kitchen while you and Sarah put simple lights on the tall tree that was in the spacious living room. It was around two AM by the time she was satisfied with how the tree looked with the lights and presents underneath, you three decided to plop down on the white leather couch and turn on “A Charlie Brown Christmas”.

After the movie finished, you notice Joel and Sarah smiling ear to ear. “Good idea on watching this dad, definitely a good one. But I’m gonna go out on the beach for a little bit before bed,” Sarah announces as she gets up from the couch, “Love you guys and Merry Christmas.” She kisses the top of your head then Joel’s, you can’t believe it. “Love you too.” Joel and you both repeat in a heartbeat as you turn your head to look at her, she’s smiling at you as she opens the slider and walks outside.

“Did you hear that?” Your ears perk up from the voice next to you, you smirk as you turn your attention back to Joel, getting nose-to-nose with him and you whisper, “She said it!” His large hands are running up and down your thighs that lay over his perpendicularly, still staring down one another and giggling, he swiftly picks you up bridal style and starts to head for your guys bedroom for the weekend.

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Joel’s leaving kisses to your neck as he climbs the white oak staircase and rounds the corner, his beard scraping that sweet spot that makes you crave more as he passes the bathroom and reaches the dark brown wooden door. He smoothly turns to his side and pushes the door open, you’re greeted with the smell of cinnamon and a woodsy kind of scent which makes you feel right at home. “Now,” Joel starts as he sets you down on the firm mattress, pulls his black tshirt off, and stands between your legs, you’re now eye level with his cock - mouth salivating as you see how hard he is for you.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?” Joel seductively asks as his right hand grips your chin and makes you look up at him. “Yes sir.” You purr as you set either hand on his thighs, just starving to get a taste of him in any way. He bends down, still gripping your chin, and plants a needy kiss on your lips, but before you can reciprocate, he pulls away and stands back up now letting go of you, “It’s all yours then darlin’.”

A smirk grows on your cheeks as your hands leave his thighs and onto his belt, you excitedly undo it, his jeans unzipping and falling to the ground not far behind. Only his dark green boxers hold his throbbing cock from your watering mouth, you glance back up to his face and Joel has this smirk where he looks like he’s gazing at an angel. Knowing that he’s looking at you like this, makes your pussy flutter and arousal drip into your panties. Still sitting on the bed and looking up at him, you slowly move your head closer to his cock and leave kitten kisses along the outline, causing him to jump and let a moan crawl out his throat.

“Quit playing games sweetheart.” He threatens under his breath, you leave one more kiss at the tip which is peaking above his waistband, causing a shot of pre-cum across his slit. Before he can say anything else, you slide his boxers down his thick thighs and watch as his cock bounces onto his tummy, his pre-cum leaving his happy trail wet. You spit into your palm and softly grab his leaking, red-flushed cock letting a big drop of spit fall from your mouth onto his tip and you start to stroke him. “Mhmm” Joel hums above you, you love when he’s vocal, gives you a boost of confidence in yourself.

After a few strokes, you put your hot mouth centimeters away from his pleading cock, you slowly bring your other hand underneath to lightly jostle his balls at the same time you slide him in your mouth. Causing whimpers to escape Joel’s mouth, your jaw having to unhinge so he can fill you completely, drool is spilling from the corners of your cock-filled mouth. “Oh yeah- that’s my pretty girl. Taking all my cock like the good girl she is.” Joel moans as he starts to rock his hips into your face, his cock now hitting the back of your throat which makes you gag on him, but that doesn’t stop you or Joel. Tears start to fill your eyes and roll onto your cheek, but from pure pleasure, you love when Joel fucks your face and uses you however he wants.

Both of your hands back on his thighs to steady yourself as he fucks your mouth and groans, “Love when you’re stuffed with my cock, makes you dumb in the head afterwards.” After a few more pumps he drags himself out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your plump lips to his throbbing tip as you pull away. You are in a complete daze, Joel was right, you are dumb in the head afterwards.

“Look at you, cock-drunk just off of that.” Joel taunts from above, you tilt your head up while leaning back on your hands and you bark back, “Is that right sir?” Before you finish your sentence, Joel is on top of you, ripping your tank top off of you and your bra right after, then his warm mouth is smothering your tits with bites and kisses. Your moans echo off the walls in your enclosed bedroom, both of your legs bent to allow Joel to slide your panties and shorts off.

Your hands search for any part of Joel so you can scratch or pull something, you want to leave reminders of tonight on his skin. “Look at you. My pretty girl is all wet for me already, does sucking me off turn you on that much?” Joel growls as he brings his fingers to your slit, he swipes two of his fingers starting from your asshole and ending at your clit. This gets you every time, your body does a slight shake from the sudden contact on your pussy. “Fuck!” You cry out as your back arches off the sheets under you, “Yeahhh…you love it.” Joel huffs as he brings his fingers back to your throbbing cunt, he circles your clit, then his middle and ring finger tease your pulsating hole.

“C’mon baby, I need you so bad.” You plead with him as you look in his eyes over your warm face and bring your hands to scratch his beard. Your hips are thrusting into his fingers to try to get him deeper, but Joel chuckles at you and goes, “That’s what you get for teasing me sweetheart.” You groan out of frustration at him and not being filled by Joel. You’re about to whine some more until your walls suddenly feel full as Joel’s fingers spread you open, his fingers hit deeper than your own ever could. “Yes. Yes.” You whisper over and over into his mouth as you hold his face to yours, Joel just smirking as you crumble into pieces in his hands.

As Joel continues to work his fingers in your tight cunt, you get this sudden urge to pee, you start to panic a bit, “Baby, stop - I think I’m gonna pee.” But Joel doesn’t let up, you're trying to claw away from him but his hold on you is too strong. “Joel - FUCK!” You sob when all of a sudden you arch your back and tilt your head back, you feel this gush release out of you and Joel is still working his fingers as clear liquid flies all over. You’re crying from the pleasure but also the pain from him circling your clit slowly, as he purrs, “That’s my girl, look at you. Making a mess on my fingers.”

Trying to catch your breath you laugh, “Holy fuck…I’ve never done that before..” Joel laughs with you as he rubs your skin from your thighs to your neck, “I’m gonna have to get you to do that more often.” Your ears are ringing as you hum in agreement, not being able to answer Joel with words. You lay there with your eyes closed trying to recoup yourself, as you hear him chuckle, “Woww, my girl is calling it quits already?”

One thing about yourself that Joel loves, is how cocky you get in bed, you always talk the biggest game yet, you’re usually the first one to tire out - you never quit though. Your eyes shoot open and you see his face inches away from yours, “I am not a quitter.” you confidently bark. “I didn’t think so.” Joel kisses you tenderly, you both moan into each other.

Still sensitive, you jolt as you feel Joel lineup his pulsating cock to your spent cunt, “A little jumpy huh?” Joel, drunk on your scent, says, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you darlin’.” Your fingers dig into his skin leaving crescent moons on his shoulders as he splits you open with his cock, you shout at the sudden intrusion in your sore pussy. “Oh sorry, did I say care?” Joel grunts as he finds a rhythm, which is a pounding kind of rhythm.

There’s so much you want to tell him but you physically can’t, all that leaves your throat are mixed whimpers and moans. “You like when I use you like a toy, don’t cha darlin’?” Joel bites as he grabs one of your peaked nipples and starts to pinch it, this causes you to yelp and that sensation creeps back into your body, your walls start to squeeze his cock. “Ooh, someone likes it, I feel your tight pussy suffocating me baby.” Joel growls and he brings his other hand between your bodies, stopping right above your aching clit. “Let me hear you say please, then you can let it all out sweet girl.” You hate when he does this, because he knows a part of you physically can’t speak, but you’ll be damned if he wins this time.

His cock then hits your cervix in a way that makes you holler, “please baby, please! Let me cum, pleaseee!” His fingers immediately fall to your clit and he rubs small yet effective circles, that’s all that it takes for your orgasm to rip out of you. Your voice breaks and your body goes stiff as liquid spills out of your cunt again,“That’s my gi-“ Joel chokes as he cums with you in your velvet walls. Joel’s body slumps on top of yours as you groan from his weight crushing you, “Get off meee.”

Joel laughs into your chest and rolls over on his side of the bed, as he catches his breath he jokes, “What? You don’t like being crushed?” You slap his chest and tell him to shut up, he chuckles as he gets up, puts his boxers back on and walks over to your side of the bed with his arms out. You just look at him, unable to speak from the two orgasms he pulled out of you, he shakes his head and coo’s, “C’mon darlin’, get you to the bathroom while I change the sheets.”

Grabbing Joel’s hands, you almost fall over as your feet hit the wood floor but Joel is right there to grab you. “Don’t even say it.” You sternly say to Joel, who is smiling like a kid with candy. He brings you to the bathroom connected to the bedroom, sits you on the toilet and walks back out to grab you a shirt to wear to bed. He walks back in with one of his shirts and slips it on you, he kisses your lips and walks back to the bed to change the sheets. You begin to pee, and you lean forward with your elbows digging into your thighs and your hands hold your intoxicated head up as your eyes close and a smile grows on your face as you sit there waiting for Joel to bring you back to bed.

Joel clearing his throat makes you open your eyes and you see him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed with this loving look on his face. You show your teeth with a big smile, put your arms up, and playfully whine, “Hi babyyy!” He just shakes his head and laughs at how cute you are after sex, “Hi sweetheart, you ready for bed?” You hum in agreement and nod your head, ready to lay in his arms again. Joel walks over to you, helps you stand, and walks with you to the bed with fresh gray sheets.

You slide in and get right underneath the comforter as Joel slides in next to you, he then pulls you in between his legs as you lay on your stomach with your head on his chest and your arms wrapped around his torso. He starts to stroke your back with his soft fingertips, his heart beat calm and finding the rhythm with yours, “Merry Christmas beautiful. I love you entirely.” Joel whispers into your hair with a kiss, you smile and somehow muster out, “Merry Christmas Joel, I love you more.” You feel his chest flutter from your words to him, you smirk as the two of you fall into a deep sleep.

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Time, Precious Time-Clegan

Summary: Johns having a hard time coming to terms that his oldest is growing up. (A teaser for my new au)!!! Likes and reblogs highly appreciated!!!

WC: 985

C/W: tooth rotting fluff!

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Gale shielded his eyes from the hot, June sun. A small smile creeping onto his cheeks seeing the sight of John carrying Flynn on his hip. John, still in his blue firehouse shirt and matching blue pants. His small badge glimmering in the sun, Flynn still in her T-Ball uniform.

It had been a divide and conquer day for the Clevens, they hated when both the girls had games on the same day with overlapping times. Gale took Cordelia to her softball game and John took Flynn to her t-ball game.

“Hi daddy!” Flynn waved practically jumping out of John’s grasp.

“Hey Peanut.” Gale smiled, holding his arms out for the mini John Egan running up the bleachers.

“Uncle Kenny too!?” The seven year old buzzed at the site of the man with the dirty blonde curls.

“How was your game?” Ken asked, Flynn taking a seat next to him.

“What’s the score?” John kissed Gales cheek sitting down next to him.

“Four to five. Neck and neck. Oh just in time.” Gale watched Cordelia come out of the dugout, her bat in hand and her long blonde braid hanging out the back of the helmet.

“You got this Delia! Give ‘em a good dinger!” John cheered, sitting forward resting his elbows on his knees. Gale smirked seeing a glance of Cordelia shooting John a glare. She was 13 and was no longer impressed by John's devotion to the sport.

“She got that look from you,” John knocked his knee into Gales. Even if she was adopted you couldn’t deny she had the Cleven look to her.

“Me?”

“Yeah, everytime the games on when you get home.” John stifled a laugh, “She’s nervous.”

“I know, she was pacing in the dugout last inning.”

“Strike one!” The umpire called as the ball came in fast and Cordelia swung at it, missing.

“Shake it off, Delia! You got this, go down swingin’ if you gotta!” John took his backseat coaching very seriously, which never failed to turn some eyes from other parents. “She’s got that Egan in her, won’t go down without a fight.”

Gale knew that, he knew how hard both of their kids worked for something they wanted. Cordelia had been spending her evenings in the backyard either hitting softballs off a tee or letting Curt or John pitch them to her.

“She tipped a ball to second last time she batted, but they got her at first.”

“Dang, I know she's got this, I can feel it.” John nearly jumped out of his skin as the ding of the bat sounded and Cordelia sent the ball flying into the outfield taking off for first base.

“There ya go! That’s my girl!” John jumped up cheering as Cordelia slid into third and the umpire called safe. Curt high fived her, he always coached third base.

“She's got your swing.” Gale massaged his shoulder, the five o’clock sun kissing John's face. His sun freckles were starting to become more prominent across the bridge of his nose.

“She actually came to me asking for advice on her swing!”

“I saw you guys working on it again last night. Oh and she's got your speed,” Gale pointed as the next girl hit the ball and Cordelia took off for home plate.

“Ayyyy!” John jumped up as she ran across home plate and the other girl got to first, “Five to five!”

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Gale yawned as he checked his watch, “It’s almost bedtime, Peanut. Why don’t you go upstairs and start getting ready for bed.”

“Okay, don’t be late for story time.” Flynn got up from where she had been snuggled into Gale.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’ll meet you upstairs. I'm gonna let the dogs out.” John kissed Gale's cheek, “Come on guys.” John got up with the big Great Dane and the little chihuahua following after him.

John let the dogs out and went into the kitchen grabbing a cup from the cupboard, “Hey, kiddo.” John hummed, glancing over at Cordelia as she came in.

“Can we talk after you guys read to Flynn?”

“Yeah, me and you or dad too?”

“Just us.”

“Okay, good job today, by the way.”

“Thanks, papa.”

John had tucked in Flynn and Chili and Scooby had gone off to bed with Gale. John came down the hall and knocked on Cordelia’s cracked open door.

“Come in,”

“Do you still wanna talk?”

“Yeah.”

John grabbed her desk chair and brought it over to the bed. Their cat, Moose jumped onto his lap the moment he was sat. “What’s up?”

“Well first I just wanted to say thank you for practicing with me. I’m still a little giddy over that hit. But I actually wanted to ask if we could talk about your uh…uhm comments at the game…?” Cordelia took her hair out of the clip and ran a hand through it nervously.

“Oh, do you want me to stop?” John felt his heart fall but he understood the whole being 13 and thinking your parents are lame thing.

“Yeah, I love you but it’s a little embarrassing sometimes. I asked Curt if he could talk to you but he said it would be better if I did it.”

John let out a sigh, “Uncle Curt is smarter than I remember.”

Cordelia let out a small chuckle, “No hard feelings Papa?”

“No hard feelings, love you kiddo.”

“Love you too.”

“She’s growing up too fast,” John shook his head, shutting the door behind him, “She asked me to keep my cheering more casual.”

“It’s okay we have a few more years with Flynn before she thinks we’re lame.” Gale peaked over his glasses to look at John.

“Flynn’s not allowed to grow up. I already told her that.” John flopped down on the bed next to Gale.

“I think we should stay at this age forever then too.”

“We’re gonna be vampires?”

“Totally.”

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Moments of Glory

Some baby Liv and baby Alex fluff for @ghostwritingcabenson on her birthday week.

Spring 1974

Six-year-old Olivia Benson laced up her cleats and double-checked to make sure all of her softball equipment was in her bag. She had been playing the sport for an entire year now and she was still just as excited as she had been for her first game; however, today she was a bit jittery and all because the love of her six-year-old life was going to watch her play for the first time.

To make sure she had everything she needed, Olivia had created a checklist and handed it to her mom. “Mommy, let’s go through the list,” Olivia looked at her with pleading eyes.

Serena looked over the list her daughter had made and attempted to read her handwriting. “Bat.”

“Got it,” Olivia said confidently.

“Glove.”

“Check,” Olivia told her when she was finished searching her bag for her glove.

“Shirt tucked in.”

Olivia glanced down at her shirt. “Uh oh.” After quickly tucking it in, she urged her mom to read the next item on the list.

“Cap.”

Olivia patted the top of her cap-less little head. “My cap! Mommy, where’s my cap?”

“It’s on your bed, Olivia,” Serena told her. She couldn’t help smiling as her little girl frantically ran over to her bed and returned with her cap.

“What’s next?” Olivia asked once her cap was securely on her head.

“Hugs from Mommy,” Serena read.

“That’s the best part of the list,” Olivia told her. Serena crouched down so she could hug her little girl as close and as long as Olivia would let her. She knew it was only a matter of time before her daughter didn’t want to cuddle anymore, so she cherished every hug and sweet gesture from her little girl. 

“There’s more on the list,” Serena told her after giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Like, picking up Alex?”

Olivia jumped up and down. “Time to pick up Alex! Time to pick up Alex!”

Within twenty minutes, Olivia was warming up with her team before the game and occasionally glancing at the bleachers to see if Alex was watching her. Knowing that Olivia was looking her way, Alex started waving at her and had her doll wave at her too. For her birthday, Mr. and Mrs. Cabot had gotten Alex a new doll that looked just like her complete with blonde hair, blue eyes, and glasses. Although Olivia didn’t like to play with dolls, she liked the way Alex looked with her doll. She knew she was a tomboy and she was proud of herself for excelling in sports, but there was something about Alex’s femininity that Olivia was drawn to even at six-years-old.

As the game went on, Olivia’s nervousness increased. She had always tried to do her best, but she wanted to do even better now that Alex was in the bleachers. She had struck out on the first time at bat and walked the second time, but she had a feeling her third time was going to be different. Olivia was on deck and preparing herself to bat when her teammate hit into a double play and ended the inning. She breathed a sigh of relief now that she had a few more minutes to mentally prepare herself. 

That half of the inning went by faster than Olivia had hoped and she soon found herself running into the dugout. She grabbed her bat and secured her little helmet on her head.

“You can do it, Liv,” her coach told her as she went out. The score was tied in the final inning of the game and Olivia felt as if all the pressure was on her. She flashed her coach a nervous, albeit somewhat toothless smile now that her two front teeth were missing.

“Come on, Champ!” her mom shouted once Olivia was in the batter’s box.

Olivia watched the first pitch go by and the umpire called ball one.

“Good eye, Livvy Bee! Wait for your pitch, sweetheart,” Serena shouted, well aware that she had officially become a typical softball mom.

“Get a touchdown!” Alex shouted from the bleachers and Olivia gave her a confused look as the first strike breezed right past her.

Alex, Alex, Olivia shook her head.

The next pitch was right in Olivia’s strike zone and little Olivia swung her bat with all of the strength she had. Her bat made contact with the ball and sent it flying past the left-fielder. Olivia took off running and had every intention of stopping at second when the ball was overthrown and in the outfield yet again. The moment she saw that the ball was still in play, Olivia took off running past second and rounded third base. She knew it would be risky, but Olivia felt as if she had to be the hero so she headed toward home. It wasn’t necessary to slide, but Olivia was disappointed that her uniform wasn’t dirty yet so she slid head first into home plate and barely missed being tagged.

“That’s my girl!” she heard her mom brag to some of the other moms in the bleachers.

Olivia was given high-fives from all of her teammates and, when the game was over, her coach had her stand up in front of everyone during their post-game huddle. All of her teammates and their parents were watching as Olivia was handed the game ball, the very one she hit into the outfield. 

When the huddle ended, Olivia ran over to her mom and showed off the game ball. “Look!” she said. “It has a scuff mark from where my bat hit it.”

“We need to buy a display case for this,” Serena told her. “We’ll put it with all of the trophies and medals that I know you’re going to get.”

“Maybe the next one,” Olivia shook her head. “I have a better idea for this one.” Olivia turned to the girl of her dreams and handed her the ball. It was her first moment of glory and she was grateful that Alex was there to share it with her.

“For me?” Alex asked in awe.

“I want you to have it,” Olivia told her once her mom was busy talking to the other parents.

“But, Olivia, you should keep it to remind you of how good you did today.”

“You’re the reason I did good,” Olivia assured her. “I’ve never hit a homerun until today. I think that means you’re my good luck charm.”

“I have an idea,” Alex said. She gingerly sat her doll down and then looked for a pen in her purse. Once she found one, she handed the ball and the pen to Olivia.

“What’s this for?” Olivia asked.

“I want you to sign it,” Alex smiled at her. “When you’re in the Olympics, I’m going to tell everyone that I have an official game ball signed by Olivia Benson, the greatest softball player in the whole world and the girl I’m going to marry when I’m all grown up.”

[yhmusicteacher]

Summer Stories #2--Baseball

I have discovered a new summer activity.   Little League Baseball!!

There is a HUGE Parks and Rec. League of T-Ball, Coach Pitch, Slow Kid Pitch, & Fast Kid Pitch in both softball and baseball in Small Town. Teams are chosen early on, local businesses sponsor teams, and kids have more than just a T-Shirt and Shorts for uniforms.  There are cleats, helmets, bats, gloves, catcher’s gear,  appropriate baseball pants and socks, and in the the case of baseball, cups. 

I can’t tell you how many times I overheard conversations between different 9-11 year old boys about their cups, how itchy, how hot they are, how they smell because out of sheer curiosity the cup was “sniffed.” I’ve have heard so many stories about how the cup absolutely protected their areas during practice or a game. Granted I type “areas” out of modesty.  I’ve actually  heard the words: “Dick”, “Penis”, “Junk”, “Private Parts,” “Testicles”, “Man Parts”, “Boy Parts,” “Berries”, and “Stick and Berries”  I shake my head and bite my lip a lot in March and April when baseball season comes around. 

There is also a traveling, pay-to-play league for both softball and baseball. The vocabulary for baseball stays the same in both leagues. 

Oh and with all the gear comes nick names.  All the boys have Baseball Specific Nicknames that they use on the field. 

Baseball and softball practices begin all the way back in March & April. Every Spring Program Season I get little boys coming up to me saying, “I may not be able to come to the Program, I have Baseball Practice”  and every year I have to tell them that, “NO...you’re gonna come to the Program, your coach will understand...” The Coach is usually a kid’s parent who will be at the Program anyway. 

I digress...

I several Piano Studio Boys that Play in the Play-to-Play organization so I have gone to one or several games during local tournament weekends. This summer I figured out the Rec. League Schedule and started going to a few night games.  

Oh mi GOD, they are so CUTE!  Here is what I have learned attending Little League Baseball this Summer:

1. Parents are crazy.  They’re cheering like the little boy is up for a D-1 Scholarship at 11 years old. Verbal altercations are not out of the realm of possibility.  Never mind that their boys are going to be playing together at recess when school starts not caring one bit that their respective dad’s spent 10 minutes screaming at each other that: “HE WAS OUT!” NO HE WAS SAFE!” “OUT YOU PIECE OF S**T!!”  And then being subsequently ejected by the umpire. Bah!

2.  Fielding the ball is a matter of chance.  They try so hard, The laws of physics are just so mean sometimes.

3. I would never be in the way of a fast pitch 10 year old.  Not very much control. 

4. Park my Truck in a spot FAR AWAY from the fields.  There is no amount of fencing that will protect ANYONE or ANYTHING from a Foul Ball.  

5. People screaming “FOUL BALL! HEADS UP” mean’s that I’m looking to dive under the bleachers. Those things hurt.

6. The coaches have so much passion. They feel just as bad when players make an error.  It is so hilarious and heart warming watching coaches literally jump for joy when a player connects bat with ball for the first time mid-season! 

7. The “Baseball Moms” are so done by the third week in June. They have bad-ass tans though. 

8. I, as a Music Teacher for EVERYONE in town, cannot cheer for just one team.  Exception:  The Pay-to-Play team. There’s only one team per age group.  So if I’m watching their game, they’re playing some team from out of town.   

Story:  I was happily watching The Rec League Teams play each other one evening. An adorable batter got a great hit, fielder actually had his glove open, ready to go (this is sometimes an issue)...Great Defense and Offense.   All the parents cheer!!  

I’m sitting in the stands cheering: “Good Hit!! *Clap, Clap Clap*  

Commenting: “ Oh right, I can’t show favoritism” 

Cheering: “Good Fielding!!  Good Job!! *Clapping more!*. “Good EVERYONE!! WELL DONE BOTH TEAMS!! GO BASEBALL!! Y’ALL ROCK!!”

Parents around me started laughing as I gesture to the field: “I can’t show favoritism, I gotta cheer for both!! * CLAP CLAP CLAP* GO BASEBALL!!”

From both dugouts I hear: “Thanks Miss. B!!! You’re Awesome!” 

Several Parents thanked me for my for my support! 

9.  The Boys play with such heart.  Rec. League Ball is still fun.  That’s the best thing. 

[lovewhatyoudodolan]

can you do a blurb about going to a college baseball game with the twins (like they come to visit you and you go to a game❤️)

My god don’t even get me started on watching baseball with the boys. I get so into it since I’m a softball player and I’ll flip shit if there’s a wrong call made (my teammates and I go watch the our baseball team whenever we can haha). Anyways this is cute af so here we go.

Ethan: Ethan would be so down to get out of the dorm room even if it was just to see your college’s baseball team playing. You would make him wear a shirt for your school in order to show support, because let’s face it your school would be hella school spirited. The stands would be decked out in your colors and students would have face paint on. Ethan would just walk in acting like he was a student at the school so he wouldn’t have to pay. Half the time they don’t even check for our ID’s so you’d just tell him to stay with you while you walk in. I feel like you guys would get there and Ethan would want to sit with the group that’s always obnoxious when cheering for their sports (aka the Pit). Eventually you’d convince him otherwise. Throughout the game the two of you would just make cheesy jokes when there were missed calls and Ethan would pretend to yell at the umpire only to make you laugh. He’d constantly ask you if you wanted something to drink, eventually going to get you something even though you say your fine. After the first game, your friends would begin showing up and the group of you would just hang out, Ethan keeping his arm protectively around you the entire time. 

Grayson: You two would definitely be lying in your dorm room on a random Saturday morning and to get out of your roommates hair for a few hours, Grayson would suggest going to the baseball game. You school would’ve been talking about it since he got there, so somewhere along the way we would have heard someone mention it. I think it would be so cute like to keep from making him pay, since he wasn’t a student at your school, you’d go asking your guy friends for their ID’s in hopes of sneaking him in. Honestly he’d probably get so jealous over that too. Like he’d see how you were friends with other guys that may look like him and he’d get a little sad thinking you may fall for one of them when he’s away, but you’d assure him that he’s the only one you have your eyes on. So when you get there he’d let you go choose where you’d sit while he got you guys water from the concession stand. I just feel like Gray would be super sweet the entire time just enjoying the time he got to spend with you. He’d talk about what was going on in the game if something complicated happened out of habit, even if you completely understood the sport. You’d just cuddle into his side. Afterwards he’d bring up the idea of going out for dinner so you wouldn’t have to suffer through campus food for one night. 

[officialsdepot]

The Evolution of Referee Uniforms

Referee uniforms have undergone a significant transformation over the years, reflecting changes in sports culture, technology, and design preferences. This evolution not only mirrors the shifting landscape of sports but also highlights the importance of officiating in maintaining the integrity of the game.

1. Early Years:

In the early years of organized sports, referee attire was often informal and varied. Referees typically wore regular clothing, distinguishing themselves through simple accessories like whistles or caps. This era lacked standardized uniforms, leading to inconsistencies in the way officials presented themselves on the field.

2. Standardization and Professionalism:

As sports gained popularity and professionalism, there was a growing need for standardized referee uniforms. This led to the introduction of basic, consistent attire, usually comprising a shirt, trousers or shorts, and a whistle. The aim was to establish a clear visual distinction between players and officials.

3. Incorporation of Colors:

With the advent of television broadcasting, there was a push to enhance the visibility of referees on screen. This prompted the introduction of colored uniforms, such as black or bright hues, to ensure referees were easily identifiable during live broadcasts. The incorporation of colors also added a touch of professionalism to the officials' appearance.

4. Technological Advancements:

In recent years, advancements in fabric technology have played a role in refining referee uniforms. Materials that are lightweight, breathable, and moisture-wicking have become standard, providing comfort to officials during physically demanding matches. These technological upgrades contribute to the overall performance of referees.

5. Branding and Sponsorship:

As sports became big business, referee uniforms started to feature branding and sponsorship logos. This not only added a commercial aspect to the attire but also created a sense of unity between officials and the broader sports industry. The branding often extends to equipment like whistles and communication devices.

6. Integration of Technology:

Referee uniforms are now incorporating technology beyond just fabric advancements. Wearable technology, such as communication devices and body cameras, has become integral to officiating. This allows referees to communicate efficiently, review decisions, and enhance the overall accuracy of officiating.

7. Gender-Inclusive Designs:

In recent years, there has been a conscious effort to create gender-inclusive referee uniforms. Designs now consider the diversity of officials, offering options that cater to various body types and preferences. This shift promotes inclusivity and reflects a broader acknowledgement of diversity in sports officiating.

Conclusion:

The evolution of referee uniforms mirrors the dynamic nature of sports and the changing expectations within the industry. From the informal beginnings to the present era of technologically advanced referee attire, including official umpire gear, uniforms have become an essential element of the visual identity of sports. This evolution not only serves practical purposes but also highlights the significance of officiating in maintaining the fairness and integrity of sports on a global scale.

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Prompt #211 - Charlie and Baseball

No prompt, just me: Charlie contemplates the influence her little brother would have had on her life had he lived. 

Idk what to tell you, man.  

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CHARLIE AND BASEBALL

The sun was shining above her head, not a cloud in sight as blue sky stretched for miles. The weather was supposed to turn, she heard it announced on the radio in her father’s truck. Her coach was getting ready to call forfeit the second it started raining. They weren’t about making these girls play in the rain.

The pitch smelt of dirt and sweat, just as it always did, singing a reminder of the adults who used the field for most of the week. Charlie took a deep breath, taking it all in as she squeezed her eyes closed, imagining it was Yankee Stadium, smelling of peanuts and popcorn, floor sticky with someone’s spilled drink. She imagined the cheers as she swung, home run soaring out of the park as spectators looked on in disbelief. She could be a champion fit for the big leagues.

‘Batter up!’ The umpire called, as Charlie pulled herself from the dugout. She stood at the plate, bat smooth in her hands as she wrung her fingers around it, trying to find her perfect grip. She eyed off the pitch and the girl standing in the centre, ready to throw Charlie off her game. LA girls were ruthless, Charlie had learnt. The season was only just beginning but they were playing hard, trying to prove themselves: everyone was. It was do or die, time to start proving their game so they weren’t pushed into softball teams just to get a sports scholarship. The game was getting rough, every season the faces changed, even in her own team, the number of girls quickly dwindling as people pushed them off the team and out of their dreams.

They were down two runs. Charlie was the last batter for the game. If she could bring them all home she single-handedly won it for everyone else. If she could win it, the boys couldn’t shrug her off the team.

‘C’MON CHARLIE!’ A voice yelled in the stands out to her left. She turned her head, knowing full well the pitcher could decide to throw in that moment. ‘KNOCK ‘EM DEAD!’ She caught eyes on the little voice, a boy leaning over the rails as he waved his arm in the hair, big grin on his face, trademark Dearing-Grady hair getting ruffled in a breeze she couldn’t feel. ‘SHOW ‘EM WHAT YA GOT!’ Her eyes travelled north, further up the stands to spot her family, Mom and Dad sitting in the stands with Elliot, all of them grinning at her, thumbs raised as Owen stood and cheered her on.

The pitcher took pity on her distraction. It was nothing longer than a few seconds as Charlie turned back to the opposing player and gave her a short nod. She was ready. The ball came flying towards her, Charlie’s eye on it the whole time as she waited for the right moment before swinging. Bat and ball collided with a satisfying smack.

The boy behind her was screaming, his voice cracking with every word. ‘Go, Charlie! Run! What are you waiting for?!’ She didn’t need to look back at her family to know they were on their feet, yelling just as madly, making the most noise in the stands as she bolted for first base, her eyes on the teammate moving for second. She sought for the ball up in the blue sky catching the fielders still waiting for it to fall.

With the boy’s voice in her head, she pushed for second. The team stopped, two home, the third unwilling to move. ‘Move, Dalton!’ Charlie shouted one foot on the second base, ready to sprint forward. The boy in front of her shook his head. ‘Move!’ Charlie yelled again, hands in the air, knowing she couldn’t run for third if Dalton didn’t run for home. The boy shook his head again before rolling his eyes at Charlie’s impatience. Third base was free, Charlie pushing all her energy into sprinting as fast and hard as she could. Her helmet rattled on her head, inches too big as her feet touched third and pushed on for home. She could hear the kid again, Elliot joining him at the edge of the stands, the both of them yelling her name in encouragement. They were telling her to hurry, the ball finally hit the ground as outfielders scrambled for it over Charlie’s shoulder. She had seconds before it would fly towards the hands of the waiting fielder already standing on the home plate.

Charlie made it, leaping as one foot touched down on home base, feet sliding in the dirt as she landed on her rump before falling flat on her back. ‘She’s home!’ The umpire called, Charlie laughing in the dirt as she heard her siblings cheering, their voices distinctive in the crowd. A teammate came over to help her up, extending a hand as Charlie took it.

‘Good work, Grady.’ It was one of the stern-faced boys, the first to pipe up that keeping her on the team was going to bring them down. She grinned, shit eating amusement pulling at her cheeks as he clapped a hand on his back once he helped pull her up.

The game was over in a heartbeat, the LA team down by a single point as they kicked at the dirt in defeat. Before she knew it, Charlie was being pounced on. ‘Did you — did you see what you did?!’ The boy asked, jumping on the spot in front of her, dirt kicking up around his feet. ‘You just — smack — and,’ he whistled, ‘everyone ran — and you ran! Charlie, it hit the edge of the field! You coulda gotten it out of the park!’ He was bursting with excitement, hands in the air as he reenacted her play. ‘Those boys are so stupid if they don’t want you on the team no more.’ She couldn’t help but grin, rolling her eyes a little. It wasn’t her first home run of her career, not even for the season. He always thought everything she did was the best it had ever been, life-altering and completely marvellous. She ruffled a hand through his strawberry blond curls, amusing the boy as her sense of pride heightened.  

‘How about you give your sister some breathing space, Max.’ Owen suggested bringing up the rear of their family unit, Claire and Elliot walking a few steps ahead. Charlie tucked the boy into her side, giving him a squeeze before she let him go. ‘You did good today, bug.’ Charlie grimaced at the old pet name, sure she had grown out of it years ago as Owen pulled her in for a hug and kissed the top of her head. The fifteen-year-old didn’t shrug away from his affection, she was always happy for her father’s hug, swearing she would never be embarrassed by it.

‘I mean, I only did so well because I had my own personal cheering squad.’ She grinned at her siblings. The both of them wearing shirts with her number on it. ‘I never would have gone for home if they didn’t say I was safe.’ That wasn’t true. Charlie was pushing for it before the ball even hit her bat. Never would she let spectators influence her in-game decisions. But, her eight and ten-year-old siblings didn’t need to know that. ‘Hey, Dad?’ She asked, watching the man wrap his arms around Max’s shoulders as he ruffled his hands through the youngest Grady’s hair. ‘Can we go get ice-cream?’ His eyes instantly moved to the redhead beside him, Elliot tucked into her mother’s side. The youngest two turned wide eyes onto the parents who were holding them close as Owen grinned.

‘Anything for my girl headed for the majors.’

[…]

She woke with a searing headache, eyes heavy as her right hand throbbed. Her bedroom was grey, the light murky as it slipped through her window and swam across the floor. The rain had come, sound light on the roof above her head as she groaned, rolling herself onto her back.

If she strained her ears and willed everything to be still, Charlie could hear her parents arguing downstairs. She couldn’t quite catch their words, but the tone was all there. They knew and they were mad. Charlie squeezed her eyes closed, focusing on her breathing as she willed it all away. She wanted her dream to come back to her; Max, ice-cream and her place on the team. It felt so much easier. Charlie wanted it that way. She couldn’t help but think if they still had Max that her game would have turned out differently that day, she wouldn’t have found her own way home, uniform muddy and bat heavy. Her coaches voice wouldn’t have been ringing in her ears with scolding words and a final remark.

There was no one watching her. No Mom or Dad sitting in the stands. Elliot had some ballet audition or some such thing Charlie didn’t pay enough attention to and there was an emergency down at the zoo. She was fifteen, old enough to play a game without parental supervision. That was a bad move, Charlie thought, still trying to fully understand her actions. She was provoked but no one seemed to care. Coach didn’t see it that way. Her parents wouldn’t see it that way. They’ll all say the same thing. She shouldn’t have done it. She should have kept her aggression in check. Her father was bound to look at her with tired green eyes and say, ‘I thought we sorted this out, Charlie’. She could already see him shaking his head, hand on the back of his neck as he squeezed. The eldest Grady was sick of disappointing them.

Charlie pulled herself up, phone in hand as she searched for her earphones before stripping off her clothes and redressing in a pair of gym-shorts and one of her mom’s old college tees. She turned her music on, sound directly in her ears as Charlie pulled her sneakers on and laced them tight.

She headed for the door despite the rain, music playing loud, the sound rattling around in her head. Charlie thought she could make it, her hand reaching for the handle, sure she could slip out without being noticed. A hand grabbed her arm, making her sigh heavily as she turned.

Charlie met her father’s tired eyes, stressed and panicked as she plucked the earphones away from their perch ready to meet him with a blank expression and noncommittal grunts. ‘What the hell happened today, kid?’ He asked, words angry, each sound biting. She shrugged, moving around him and heading for the kitchen where she knew her mother was standing in wait. There was no point throwing a tantrum, Charlie knew that. Instead, she gave in to the discussion at hand knowing it was better to get the whole thing over and done with so she could spend her evening how she liked.

‘Where were you going?’ Claire asked arms crossed over her chest as she caught sight of Charlie’s attire.

‘For a run.’ The girl answered with a blunt shrug, glaring at her mother like the question itself offended her. Where else would she be going to in gym shorts and a hand-me-down Stanford athletics tee?

‘It’s raining out.’ Her mother gestured towards the wide expanse of glass that was the back of their house, reaching into the water soaked yard. Charlie shrugged, not quite meeting Claire’s eye. She knew they were sick of this fifteen-year-old bullshit. She heard both of them say it enough as Charlie slipped off to bed or disappeared out the door. She just didn’t know how to tell them that she didn’t understand it either and getting mad at her for useless shit didn’t help the situation at all. Part of it was hormonal, the other part was just Charlie as she had always been: pushing the limits on her free time and physical fitness.

‘Coach called.’ It was Claire who announced it, Owen, by her side as Charlie slipped onto a barstool at the counter. She waited for their annoyance, for the blows of a grounding to the likes she’d never seen. Charlie wondered briefly if her parents were going to announce she was moving schools, trying for another team that hadn’t faced her wrath. She was fifteen, had no roots tied down beyond friends and until that morning had been deadly serious about baseball. ‘You got kicked off the team, Charlie.’ She shrugged again. That wasn’t the kicker. It wasn’t even the worst part of her week. Her mother sounded mildly disappointed but it was misplaced in her head. The tone was mourning, sympathising before it was judgemental.

Owen sighed, hand scrubbing across his face before he turned back to her. ‘You hit someone, two people, kid, you broke their noses. They think you broke the boy's wrist too.’ She had hoped so.   Would have fucked up their potential careers like she was ruining hers if someone hadn’t pulled her off them. Charlie only shrugged again.

‘They deserved it.’

It was only now that she was older, gaining up on her adult years that her parents started to show a lot more frustration when they were mad. Owen still held back, trying not to startle his children and to keep the whole thing under control. Elliot was only ten, she never did anything wrong in her life but when she did he was always calm. Charlie though, Charlie got to hear every tick of the gears in his brain working as he tried to figure her out. Owen was losing his grip on the eldest, scared of the maddening world of teenage girls as he let go of her hand and trusted she would make it through. The road was rocky and it was driving them apart. He lost her to periods and mood swings, not that either scared Owen Grady — he was a man, and real men didn’t shy away when a woman mentioned her period. Or so he told her, somewhat clumsily when she first got hers, Claire, in New York on some business trip leaving Dad the only one to deal with Charlie. Who was prepared — Claire had known that moment was going to come when she wasn’t home or readily available — she just couldn’t find a single pad or tampon in the places her mother had shown her. Owen had to drive to the store. He kept his distance, understanding that it was definitely not a dad world.  

‘What on Earth is going on here, Charlie?’ He gritted his teeth, trying to level his breathing and failing. ‘I can’t keep up with you anymore.’ He said it like she was plotting world domination and setting everything on fire in her tracks. They hadn’t had a run in for a little while. She had been on her best behaviour. It was just moments like this, complete bewilderment that pushed both adults to the edge. They thought they had dealt with this in her four years of counselling when she was seven. They hadn’t said those words yet, but she was waiting.

‘I was provoked!’ Charlie argued, raising her eyes to her father before sliding them a few inches towards Claire, begging that they understood where she was coming from. ‘How am I supposed to keep my cool when that asshole and his little bitch was in my face?!’ Charlie spat, knowing full well that she had a breathing exercise to follow but couldn’t in that moment. She watched her mom grit her teeth, eyes closed and lips pursed ready to chastise Charlie for her language any second.

How was she supposed to keep her cool as the teams walked alongside each other, shaking hands on a game well played when one stopped at Charlie, a smile already climbing up his face a snake. She remembered his face, caught him out twice when his ball flew into her side of the field. He wasn’t impressed. The eldest Grady saw her coming from a mile away, he had been fuming the two times she caught him out of play when his ball flew into her side of the diamond, Charlie catching it immediately. ‘I don’t know why you bother, Grady. You’re just a girl you ain’t going nowhere in this game.’ A rage flared inside of her, sick of the sneer and the torment. They won the game and this cocky jock thought he could get even by playing bitter.

She moved without thinking, knowing no one would stop her. Her mom wasn’t watching, nor her dad or Elliot. Max died eight years ago. She didn’t have a little brother for support, someone who wanted to be just like her in his peewees. She wasn't a role model, not to Elliot and she was always destined to be outshined by the middle Grady anyway.

Charlie still held her bat in her hand, had been swinging it between her fingers languidly as they shook hands with the opposing team. When Maruo #11 seethed in her direction, slipping his hand out of her grasp as he spat at her feet and insulted her chances, Charlie acted on reflex, bat solid under her fingers as she swung hard and low to knock his knees out.

She jumped him the second he was down, one knee in the dirt, the other pressing her metal cleats into his right wrist. Charlie had her bad secured between her knee and the side of the boy’s body as she threw a heavy punch into the centre of his face. She hit him a second time before a girl from his team, Wesley, pulled at Charlie’s shoulder. ‘You can’t kill him like you killed your brother!’ The other boy had sneered, not even alarmed at the blood on Maruo’s face.

Charlotte Mae Dearing-Grady knew better. She spent way too long in counselling learning how to channel the red-hot rage that was climbing up her throat and tensing in the knuckles of her hand.  She knew she should have stepped back, left the stadium, even, and counted her breaths until she was calm. Charlotte Mae Dearing-Grady threw that logic out the window when greasy haired boys started thinking she couldn’t outrank them in sport and thought bringing up her brother was a smart move. She turned on Wesley, hand reaching out to grab at the boy’s jersey. Charlie pulled herself up, grip firm on his jersey, arm already arched back. She heard the crack of his nose the second her hand made contact with his face.

Charlie wasn’t about to tell her parents that. Her place in baseball had been challenged and lost for an inability to keep her cool. And if they knew about Max, it would only break their hearts. The fact that kids still knew about it, eight years on was driving her mad. Charlie put the boys in their place. She did what she had to do. She acted without thinking and she was going to stand by that move.

‘They were talking out of line.’ Charlie told him. It was what she told her coach too. Neither of them was getting a full answer and she knew that was part of the reason her parents had her sitting down. They wanted the truth. Sure, she wasn’t allowed to hit people either but Charlie knew her coach didn’t buy a single bar of her story and knew the kid was likely to tell her father or mother the truth. ‘They not suing or nothin’, are they?’ Charlie asked, watching her mother more than Owen. There was a loose packet of Reece’s Pieces sitting inches from her hands, Charlie’s fingers gravitating towards it as she fiddled with the plastic unsure if it belonged to her, Elliot or Owen. Claire would never have been so reckless as to leave her candy lying about.

Claire shook her head, answering Charlie’s question silently. She swatted at Charlie’s hand, making the girl drop the sweets. The teen met her mother’s eyes, catching the concern as Claire watched her daughter’s bloody knuckles. She was holding back every protective instinct in her being she had fine turned over fifteen years. Claire wanted desperately to take Charlie’s hands in hers to wipe them clean and bandage them to save off an infection. Charlie ignored it. ‘Then whats the bother? They’re not makin’ a peep because I was in the right. So, can I go on my run now?’ She smacked her hands against the counter as she slid off the stool, done with the conversation whether her parents were or not.

‘Charlie, you need to know that your behaviour reflects on the whole team.’ Claire added, stepping around Owen as she came to stand beside him, Charlie desperately trying to leave the room.

The girl sighed, shoulders falling with a loud huff. ‘Yeah, and you know what. I’m not making them look bad anymore because I was kicked off. So, you know, they can all go lead their best lives or whatever, Mom … Dad. Can I please go try to find a new purpose before I’m compelled to jump off a bridge or something?’ They nodded as one unit, letting Charlie head for the door, one earphone back in her ear as she tapped on the screen of her phone.

They didn’t startle at her comments, just let her

Claire followed her quietly, hesitating before she called out. ‘Charlie?’ Her hand reached her daughter's arm, causing the girl to turn to her with a sneer. ‘Hey, you don’t need a sports scholarship for college, okay.’ She needed her daughter to understand losing her place on the team wasn’t the be all and end all of the world. They could pay for tuition, Charlie knew that but Claire wasn’t so sure she remembered it. Charlie didn’t need a purpose. Claire didn’t care what her daughters grew up to accomplish. She would have preferred hard ass business women and lawyers but the older they got, the more that reality slipped away. She just needed them happy, well rounded and self-satisfied. Charlie considered sport her one out of everything. It was how they channelled her anger. Maybe it had been their fault. Her drive too focused she couldn’t see beyond a baseball diamond or the running track. Charlie nodded, accepting her mother's statement, her sneer turning to a flat line of her mouth. ‘Do you want a ride to the rec centre? I don’t want you running in the rain.’

Charlie shook her head. ‘I’ll head that way, though. Okay?’

‘Send me a text, I’ll pick you up whenever you’re ready.’ The girl nodded, giving her mom a fleeting smile before she pulled the door open and slipped out into the rain.

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Although the differences between a softball bat and a baseball bat are not monumental, these do exist. Take the size of the barrel. Softball bats have a maximum barrel diameter of 2 1/4", making it a bit difficult to make solid contact with the ball. On the other hand, baseball bats have a maximum diameter of 2 3/4" and have a longer range. Another characteristic is the shape of the softball bat from that of the baseball bat. Fast pitch softball bats have a shape of a bottle. The softball bat quickly tapers from the barrel area. This allows the barrel of the softball bat to be lengthened. The advantage it gives the softball bat is that it gives it more hitting area. Also, fast-pitch bats have a greater drop weight, which makes them lighter. Another difference is softball bats have two markings that baseball bats do not have. One of these markings on the softball bat is the Amateur Softball Association (ASA) logo (which all softball bats must have), and a Bat Performance Factor (BPF) rating of 1.20. The Bat Performance Factor (BPF) is a method which determines one bat's performance over another. However, there is one quality that softball bats and baseball bats share is that they are now composed of more durable composite materials. 1. Softball bats lighter. 2. Softball bats stiffer. 3. Softball bats stronger. This is because the newer composite softball bat materials are less prone to breakage, a safety and cost improvement. Then because innovative composite softball bat materials make the game safer; they can be customized for an individual or for league needs, making the game more enjoyable. Under these situations and conditions a baseball umpire has no control, so that is why it will benefit him to continuously appear as a professional, showing devotion by dressing properly. When there is a doubt over decision, this can add to your credibility as a baseball umpire. You can make decisions correct if you watch umpire training videos. Your baseball umpire cap must be straight, collar of shirt folded in place and shoes shined. A broad black belt and black or navy socks are normal and standard clothing. Wearing one of the in the pants stretchable belts effective and helps to keep the baseball umpires shirt tucked in. The high quality and best baseball umpire pants have elastic on the inside of the waist for this reason. But wearing this wide belt even with these kinds of pants can make sure your shirt stays tucked in. For gaining respect umpire training is essential and very important. If you are wear sun glasses then you should wear a sport strap if need to stop them from sliding down. If the baseball umpire is consistently pushing his sun glasses up to keep them in place when the game is on, it will be noticed. You can get the some very useful information if you watch the umpire training videos. And wearing correct and proper clothing is very important and necessary to appearing professional. Choosing a baseball bat can be quite a difficult task with all the options out there. I've been a baseball coach for many years and in the recent years, I've noticed that the "golfer" syndrome has been present in baseball. Many golfers don't get to work on their game as much as they like, so they believe by purchasing the best technology in golf clubs, that their game will automatically improve. There are the super fiber shafts, or over sized heads that cost hundreds for each club. Unfortunately, youth baseball players have caught on to this syndrome. The technology can definitely help, but it's not the answer. Players have become too used to relying on technology and it gives them an excuse to become lazy and they forget the real way - practice, practice and practice! In the early 90s there were several studies that said lighter is better for baseball bats. Following these studies, it's been impossible to find a bat with a differential smaller than -8 when shopping for youth bats. These studies have completely ignored the kinesiology of the body. They simply just focused on the bat and the ball. I read a great example that discusses how it is not a linear relationship. If a batter uses a 20 oz baseball bat, then switches to a 19 oz bat, does not mean they'll swing 5% faster! The batter is also losing 5% in mass and they won't be able to swing hard enough to make up for the loss. In all my years of coaching, I rarely notice a difference in the bats used. There's maybe a 5% difference between the old and new bats. The difference between bats that are 1-2 years apart is such a small fraction of a difference. After analyzing my hitters for many years, I suggest to buy the heaviest bat your child can use, while still swinging with speed. Make sure the size of the bat fits within the little league rules of 2 1/4 inch diameter. A good estimate for a 10 year old is 29 - 32 and -7 to -10 oz from the length selected. Using certain bats can also come back to hurt your children later on, when they're preparing for college ball. Every bat must be BESR rated to determine the speed of the ball after its hit. This helps protect pitchers. So with that said, almost all BESR bats are created equally. In conclusion, we know there are many bats out there. You're better off spending the money on batting lessons, rather than an advanced bat. If your child knows how to hit the ball, the bat won't matter as much as their form.

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Although the differences between a softball bat and a baseball bat are not monumental, these do exist. Take the size of the barrel. Softball bats have a maximum barrel diameter of 2 1/4", making it a bit difficult to make solid contact with the ball. On the other hand, baseball bats have a maximum diameter of 2 3/4" and have a longer range. Another characteristic is the shape of the softball bat from that of the baseball bat. Fast pitch softball bats have a shape of a bottle. The softball bat quickly tapers from the barrel area. This allows the barrel of the softball bat to be lengthened. The advantage it gives the softball bat is that it gives it more hitting area. Also, fast-pitch bats have a greater drop weight, which makes them lighter. Another difference is softball bats have two markings that baseball bats do not have. One of these markings on the softball bat is the Amateur Softball Association (ASA) logo (which all softball bats must have), and a Bat Performance Factor (BPF) rating of 1.20. The Bat Performance Factor (BPF) is a method which determines one bat's performance over another. However, there is one quality that softball bats and baseball bats share is that they are now composed of more durable composite materials. 1. Softball bats lighter. 2. Softball bats stiffer. 3. Softball bats stronger. This is because the newer composite softball bat materials are less prone to breakage, a safety and cost improvement. Then because innovative composite softball bat materials make the game safer; they can be customized for an individual or for league needs, making the game more enjoyable. Under these situations and conditions a baseball umpire has no control, so that is why it will benefit him to continuously appear as a professional, showing devotion by dressing properly. When there is a doubt over decision, this can add to your credibility as a baseball umpire. You can make decisions correct if you watch umpire training videos. Your baseball umpire cap must be straight, collar of shirt folded in place and shoes shined. A broad black belt and black or navy socks are normal and standard clothing. Wearing one of the in the pants stretchable belts effective and helps to keep the baseball umpires shirt tucked in. The high quality and best baseball umpire pants have elastic on the inside of the waist for this reason. But wearing this wide belt even with these kinds of pants can make sure your shirt stays tucked in. For gaining respect umpire training is essential and very important. If you are wear sun glasses then you should wear a sport strap if need to stop them from sliding down. If the baseball umpire is consistently pushing his sun glasses up to keep them in place when the game is on, it will be noticed. You can get the some very useful information if you watch the umpire training videos. And wearing correct and proper clothing is very important and necessary to appearing professional. Choosing a baseball bat can be quite a difficult task with all the options out there. I've been a baseball coach for many years and in the recent years, I've noticed that the "golfer" syndrome has been present in baseball. Many golfers don't get to work on their game as much as they like, so they believe by purchasing the best technology in golf clubs, that their game will automatically improve. There are the super fiber shafts, or over sized heads that cost hundreds for each club. Unfortunately, youth baseball players have caught on to this syndrome. The technology can definitely help, but it's not the answer. Players have become too used to relying on technology and it gives them an excuse to become lazy and they forget the real way - practice, practice and practice! In the early 90s there were several studies that said lighter is better for baseball bats. Following these studies, it's been impossible to find a bat with a differential smaller than -8 when shopping for youth bats. These studies have completely ignored the kinesiology of the body. They simply just focused on the bat and the ball. I read a great example that discusses how it is not a linear relationship. If a batter uses a 20 oz baseball bat, then switches to a 19 oz bat, does not mean they'll swing 5% faster! The batter is also losing 5% in mass and they won't be able to swing hard enough to make up for the loss. In all my years of coaching, I rarely notice a difference in the bats used. There's maybe a 5% difference between the old and new bats. The difference between bats that are 1-2 years apart is such a small fraction of a difference. After analyzing my hitters for many years, I suggest to buy the heaviest bat your child can use, while still swinging with speed. Make sure the size of the bat fits within the little league rules of 2 1/4 inch diameter. A good estimate for a 10 year old is 29 - 32 and -7 to -10 oz from the length selected. Using certain bats can also come back to hurt your children later on, when they're preparing for college ball. Every bat must be BESR rated to determine the speed of the ball after its hit. This helps protect pitchers. So with that said, almost all BESR bats are created equally. In conclusion, we know there are many bats out there. You're better off spending the money on batting lessons, rather than an advanced bat. If your child knows how to hit the ball, the bat won't matter as much as their form.

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10 Best Baseball Coaching Clubs for Kids in Australia

Baseball is a bat-and-ball game played between two opposing teams who take turns batting and fielding. The game proceeds when a player on the fielding team, called the pitcher, throws a ball which a player on the batting team tries to hit with a bat. 

The objective of the offensive team (batting team) is to hit the ball into the field of play, allowing its players to run the bases, having them advance counter-clockwise around four bases to score what are called "runs". The objective of the defensive team (fielding team) is to prevent batters from becoming runners, and to prevent runners' advance around the bases. 

A run is scored when a runner legally advances around the bases in order and touches home plate (the place where the player started as a batter). The team that scores the most runs by the end of the game is the winner.

There are many baseball clubs in Australia who do best work for coaching kids and here are some listed below.

1. Surfers Paradise Baseball Club

Baseball Clubs - Benowa (Queensland)

Surfers Paradise Baseball Club is the original baseball club on the Gold Coast. The club plays 12 months of the year.

The club caters to players from age 5 to 70. Our main season is Summer in which our juniors play in the Gold Coast competition and our seniors (and some juniors) play in the Brisbane competition. Winter is a Gold Coast only competition which includes Masters aged players.

We have 2 fully fenced fields. New extended dugouts on diamond 1. We have 2 Bull pens which allow at least 6 pitchers to train at the same time. A new double batting cage has just been built. We have a fully operating canteen, toilets and showers, and umpires change area.

The club has excellent coaching at both senior and junior level and fully support our players, aiming to play at the next level.We operate the Blue Wave Academy which fast tracks young players in their development.

The club is host to a number of tournaments including Dingo World Series, various school boy events, Australian National Titles, University games and Pan Pacific Games. in 2015 the club hosted the Australian Baseball Academy.

2.East Hills Baseball Club

Baseball Clubs - Panania (New South Wales)

Our Baseball club was established in 1967 we run mixed teams in both junior and senior age groups. Our juniors play in the Cronulla competition with our teams starting with Nursery Tots, T-Ball U7:U8/U9, then progressing to baseball Little League Minor, Major, Junior and Senior League (U12, U14, U16) and adults. Most junior games are played on Saturday mornings and training is either Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday nights.

For the 3-5 years we run the very popular Nursery Tots we supply all equipment and it is great fun. Nursery Tots runs Fridays for 8 weeks from 6 till 7 starting in October.

We have excellent facilities with enclosed junior and senior diamonds, lights for training, batting tunnel, good car parking, change rooms, canteen and club room. We have great coaches, parents and volunteers and we encourage children to participate and learn our sport in a friendly atmosphere. In July we run free Try Baseball days where everyone can come and try all facets of baseball plus a free sausage sizzle - see our website for information or contact us for more information.

3.Kwinana Blue Jays Baseball Club

Baseball Clubs - Medina (Western Australia)

Kwinana Blue Jays Baseball Club are a newly established baseball club looking at commencing our first season in the BWA competition. We are striving to establish a family friendly club for all members, families and community to join, support and participate in baseball in the Kwinana locale.

KBJBC are looking for senior players aged 9 - 99 who are interested in playing Baseball. We offer a fun, social environment for all players at all skill levels.

4.Doncaster Baseball Club

Baseball Clubs - Doncaster East (Victoria)

Doncaster Dragons Baseball Club is one of the largest clubs in Victoria.

We provide opportunities for males, females, adults and kids, to play baseball in Melbourne Australia all year round in summer and/or winter.

The third biggest baseball club in Victoria and the fifth nationally, fielding 20+ Baseball teams across Men's, Women's and Junior competitions in addition to a Friday night Little League and T-ball competition.

5.Hawkesbury Baseball Club

Baseball Grounds - Richmond (New South Wales)

Baseball Club established 25 years - both junior & senior teams. Juniors from age 5 to 16 play Saturday mornings. Seniors from age 14 play Saturday afternoons. Major League teams play Sunday in Winter.6.Western Districts Baseball Club Inc.

6.Western Districts Baseball Club Inc. 

 Baseball Clubs - Darra (Queensland)

The Western Districts Baseball club provides opportunity for playing baseball at any level from junior players right through to Masters players. No experience is necessary and new players are always welcome. Boys and girls can all play starting from age 6. The Club provides for social baseball games right through to players being selected to play for Queensland and Australia at both Junior and Senior levels.

Western Districts Baseball Club has two newly refurbished baseball grounds at their home in Darra.

7.Baseball Tasmania

Baseball Clubs - Derwent Park (Tasmania)

Baseball Tasmania is the governing body for the Hobart Summer Baseball League (HSBL) with aims to expand the game of baseball to other areas of Tasmania. The Hobart competition consists of ten senior teams (16 upwards) and one junior team. Launceston has a fledgling competition with two teams. A competition is aimed to cover the Burnie/Ulverstone/Devonport areas. All regions are seeking new players, all genders with no previous experience necessary. Particularly looking for juniors age 11 and upwards.

8.St Kilda Baseball Club

Baseball Clubs - Albert Park (Victoria)

St Kilda has enjoyed rich history within Australian baseball and is steering towards a bright future. The first baseball club to appear in Australia, formed over 130 years ago to play a visiting team from the United States. After a few incarnations it was the St Kilda Baseball Club in the 30's that began a proud tradition in Claxton Shield Baseball, which continued for many years - The social ball in August became a highlight of the Claxton Shield period.

Today, St Kilda Baseball Club is a friendly and fun orientated group. Retaining our tradition of sociability, we are approachable and always welcome all sorts of players, from the beginner to the experienced. Just drop on by to one of our games or training sessions and meet the teams!

9.Winston Hills Junior Baseball Club

Baseball Associations - Baulkham Hills (New South Wales)

Winston Hills Junior Baseball Club was established in 1983 and since then has been successful in winning numerous premierships from T-Ball to AA grade. We have also produced numerous NSW players from U14 through to Claxton Shield as well as Australian representatives from Cal Ripken through to the Olympics and World Baseball Classic. Winston Hills Baseball is a club oriented towards enabling everyone to achieve what they want out of baseball whether that be social or playing at the highest level.

10.Byford Bushrangers

T-Ball Clubs - Byford (Western Australia)

With home grounds at Briggs Park, Byford, we are the local Tee-ball, Baseball and Softball Club. We have players from Byford, Serpentine, Jarrahdale, Mundijong, Cardup, Oakford, Darling Downs and surrounding areas.

All of our sports are available for both males and females. All sports have team training one day a week as well as a game against other teams. Days vary. Kidsport welcome.

Toddler Tee-ball - 2.5 to 3 years of age

Tee-ball - 4 to 12 years of age

Machine Pitch - 7 to 10 years of age

Baseball - 9 years to adult

Softball - 9 years to adult (winter), 16 to adult (summer)

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Cricket Can Be Just A Great Sport For Developing Fitness And Stamina

Cricket has become an established team sport for hundreds of years and is one of the absolute most popular sport in the world. It originated in England and is now Remarkably Popular in Countries like India, Bangladesh, Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Australia, the West Indies and South Africa.

Aggressive cricket is essentially a bat and ball sport. Two teams in an oblong play it and involves bowling, fielding and batting. There are 11 players a negative and also a game may last anywhere from a few hours to many times.

Cricket can be played both socially and competitively, by males and girls of all ages. Cricket just for pleasure could be performed backyards, parks, roads or about the shore while competitive cricket is played in a field. You desire a couple of friends, a piano, a ball and also some thing which symbolizes wickets. To engage in look at joining a club.

Well Being benefits of cricket

Though there is some standing round, to engage in with cricket that you want to become strong and fit, and possess good hand-eye coordination co ordination and ball-handling capabilities. Cricket calls for sprinting between wickets and functioning to prevent balls, as well as bowling and throwing.

Health gains comprise:

Stamina and endurance

Harmony and Balance

Bodily Fitness

Improving hand-eye coordination.

Other Added Benefits of cricket

Along with physical wellbeing benefits, cricket can also attract Different Advantages and chances such as:

Group abilities

Social skills like collaboration, communicating and learning how to cope with winning and losing

Social interaction -- it is a outstanding means to fulfill new people and also make new buddies.

Taking Part in aggressive cricket

You will find 1,000 cricket clubs plus more than 100,000 registered cricketers in Victoria. So taking part in aggressive cricket can be really a favorite method.

Ahead of you determine whether competitive cricket is Suitable for You, Try to Remember that:

Cricket is a team game. It is necessary you're searching for communicating with other people and for some company.

Softball clubs will mostly carry matches on the week ends, equally Saturdays and Sundays.

Actively playing competitive cricket normally calls for committing to routine games or exercise periods.

Umpiring and scoring are other means to become consciously involved with competitive cricket.

Cricket Expenses and gear

If you prefer to start enjoying competitive cricket, you'll have to join a club. This will mean you will have to pay contest penalties and club membership. For contests, you will even should purchase pants and shirts for enjoying on the turf, to play and cricket spikes.

Preventing harm after enjoying cricket

A Few Tips to avoid injuries when enjoying with cricket include:

Drink water before, during and after playwith.

Put on broad-spectrum sunscreen, sunglasses and a hat, even in cloudy problems.

Constantly warm upstretch and cool .

Good technique and practice can also help prevent injuries.

Quick bowlers really need to restrict the amount of overs bowled during play, taking into consideration their physical maturity and exercise center.

Use the suitable protective devices. While batting, wear human anatomy cushioning for example a box, leg pads, gloves along with forearm guards. Batting If wicketkeeping or fielding in near, also wear a cricket helmet.

Search professional advice on apparel.

Things to recall

Cricket can be played for competition or for fun.

Cricket is a very good game for growing overall fitness, stamina and hands --eye co ordination.

Cricket employs a tricky chunk, therefore protective gear needs to be properly used to steer clear of injury.