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~Jazzzzzz~
It takes some special girls to kick ass and take names in minor league sports. And we are some tough chicas to say the least.
I'll never forget my first interview for the MiLB. I walk in and sit down on a couch and I'm nervous as EVER! So nervous I didn't even talk to the person sitting next to me who little did I know would turn out to be my SW 4 LIFE!!! We to this day talk about how I did not want to talk if my life depended on it that day, but as we started our minor league sports journey trust me that did not last long.
The girls bond officially began after I saved my SW's life at the bar after our first big bash as a group. She almost bit the dust but I swooped in and made sure she didn't hit her noggin on the table because we minor league sports girls stick together!!
From there we did the craziest things like create our own SW lingo, decorate the town with pocket schedules, attempt to kick ass at softball games, name tapeworms, tarping, singing random songs, concourse walks where we would get cat called, get cookies, and oh my I'm sure there are more that I can't think of.
I would like to say we are an efervescent trio and we CAN NOT WAIT to tell you our story!
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Today was Friday, which to many is the ending of a week. 5:00pm starts your weekend and you enjoy your time away from work. Today for me was just another blur in the season. It was game number 8 of 9 in our first homestand. It began at 8:15am to remove the tarp from the field. I'm one of two girls in my office, the other being an intern, and I'm totally ok with it. I am used to the gross bodily function jokes, being picked up, kicked and pinched. I'm even ok with the constant teasing because I can dish it back just as well. Today when 2pm hit and I was still in my tarp clothes on my way to pick up sumo suits for a mid-inning promotion, I realized how lucky I am to be in the position I am. Most of the time (when I'm having a successful sales week), I'm so thankful I don't work a normal, boring job.
I constantly embarrass myself at work by saying dumb things, tripping during the drag, laughing mid-voicemail and repeatedly injuring myself - but every day is an adventure and I LOVE being able to share my stories (good and bad) with these girls! I'm constantly getting myself into trouble and trying to figure out who I am and what the hell I'm doing with my life. It's always good to know there's others out there in similar positions. I am on the quest to figure out my life, so join me!
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In case there is to much estrogen in here...
Being as this is all about being a chick in minor league sports... we received a request for a guest writer to add a little male perspective on being a chick in baseball, he was told sure submit a piece of writing and oh ya get a vag... he was voted in solely because of his request piece, although he didn't get a vag... we will call him Slooter....Slooter request to be involved piece...
"Let me preface this post by emphatically stating I do not have a vagina. I’m a big fan of vagina’s but I do not posses one. The idea of writing about the life of working in minor league baseball is incredibly intriguing to me. Not many people experience such a wide spectrum emotions and thoughts in the workplace. When was the last time you did maintenance on your place of business, made food for your customers, fixed one of their problems, wore a hot dog suit and high fived everyone who left at your office job, all in one night? Yea that’s what I thought.
Even more fascinating are the three key contributors to this blog and their unique standing in baseball. They have vaginas. At first glance this may seem banal however those of us who work or have worked in sports will tell you it’s a guys club through and through. These girls are tough enough to deal with the constant dick jokes, tarp pulls, leering eyes of players/fans and co-workers whose main contact with women are their mothers. My friends, it is not easy however most girls I’ve encountered in my 7 years working in baseball are just as tough, wise and savvy as their male counterparts.
Hopefully my piece gets the nod of approval from the uteri union and I can begin blogging along with these badass baseball bitches. For now I have to go pull tarp and talk to my mom some more."
How could your resist that....
