Essay: When the Cheering Stops

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It has been 18 years since I missed an opening day, which totals 10 years of little league, four years of high school and four more years playing Division 1 softball at Seton Hall University. Now there is a deafening quiet in my life as all the cheering has stopped.

I was one of a very few Dad’s whose daughter played a DIVISION 1 sport. It is a very exclusive club. Sara was a born a natural. She was gifted with an athleticism that was obvious when I first noticed the way she positioned her body while digging sand from a hole at the beach. She had perfect angles and possessed a precise rhythm, driven by her effortless determination. She had an inherent strength and natural fluidity both in sync with time and motion. Her field perception was as effortless and precise as a prima ballerina, always with a smile.
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I was assigned to chimney security today at middle school in the State of Washington, to prevent Betsy DeVoss from trying to climb in that way when she couldn't get in the front door. Protesters abounded below while I rode shotgun on the roof. We're with Montclair all the way. Glad you're here MontClairVoyant!

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