Cabot’s got no hustle.” I was 10 years old when I overheard the coach of my girls’ softball team utter these words. I could see Coach standing in the bright sunlight of the ball field, but she couldn’t see me – I was huddled deep in the cool shade of the dugout, where I admittedly spent most of my time during practice and games. She had no idea I was listening to every word she said.
“I’d play Cabot more,” Coach complained to our assistant coach, who was standing beside her with a clipboard. “But she just won’t hustle.”
