The Art of the Bent-Leg Slide
In my youth softball days, the other girls on the team nicknamed me “Rickey Henderson.” I took that as a serious compliment seeing as how Henderson set every significant stolen base record in the major leagues and also scored more runs over his career than any other player in history. I admired him for his willingness to take risks, his hard work ethic and lightning quickness.
My own success in softball had little to do with God-given talent, however. From the time I started T-ball, my dad started coaching me on the art of the bent-leg slide. At the end of every softball game, I would be the player with the dirtiest softball pants – the one who wasn’t afraid to be scratched and bruised if it meant leaving the diamond with a victory. The real Rickey would have been proud.