A letter to my teammates who played the bench

Dear former teammate of mine,

I know we are no longer teammates anymore, and I know you no longer play the sport you once loved so much, but I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you.

I know you worked your rear end off in practice only to see a few minutes of playing time if you were lucky. I know you cheered our team on and rode the bench with pride, while deep down, you were itching to just see the field. I know it was easy to feel defeated when you hardly ever saw the field and it was hard to feel a part of the team. I know you would go home after practices feeling mentally defeated and breaking down to your parents every now and then. I know the sacrifices you made to be a part of the team, and having little to feel responsible for. I know how much conditioning and punishments you suffered through at practices for other people’s shortcomings. And I know how difficult it was to talk to family and friends about the team when you yourself weren’t given the chance to contribute as much as you could to the success of the team.

For these reasons, I would like to say thank you.

Thank you for sticking it out and not quitting on the team even though I’m sure you wanted to. Thank you for working your tail off in practices. Not only were you improving  yourself, but you were a key reason why I improved and the rest of the team improved as well. Thank you for cheering us on during the games and giving us pep talks when we were periodically subbed out. I heard your cheers and critiques, and I valued being able to vent to you and strategize with you on the sidelines. Thank you for sacrificing your social life and other obligations to be a part of the team. Without you, we would not have been as successful as we were. Thank you for running all the field-and-a-halves that we were punished with for an ugly loss that you had nothing to do with. Thank you for being a team player. Thank you for putting on that jersey with pride, even though there were times when you just wanted to turn it in.  While coach may not have always seen the potential and skills you had, I did and I respected you, and still do, for those skills.

So, while this is all in the past and our lives have moved on, I just hope you know that your role on the team was not forgotten. You have taught me many valuable lessons not just about the game, but about life as well. I hope you never stop believing in your potential, and know that I will be cheering you on from the bench in your future endeavors.

With all the respect a girl can give,

Your former teammate.

“Champions believe in themselves, even when no one else does.”


8 reasons why Milwaukee misses Carlos Gomez

After a near trade on July 29th between the New York Mets and the Milwaukee Brewers fell through, I felt extremely fortunate that Milwaukee still wound up with Carlos Gomez on its roster at the end of the day. However, this fortune was short lived as the next day, on the MLB trade deadline, Gomez was sent down south to the Houston Astros along with pitcher Mike Fiers (Who had a stellar no-hitter tonight, congrats my man).

Photo from Yahoo Sports

Just under a month has passed now since the trade went down, and I have realized just exactly what Gomez brought to Milwaukee that now feels lost. So, I give to you, the top 8 reasons why this Brewer fan misses Carlos Gomez.

  1. His energetic at-bat performances

If there’s one thing you can count on from Carlos Gomez, it’s an energetic swing. Whether or not he hits the ball, he enters the batter’s box with the intent to “go big or go home”. In some instances, the huge swings Gomez brings to the plate are highly entertaining. However, there are those instances where you just have to wonder, when is the guy going to really hurt himself or throw out his back? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bnGnUSb6qYY

2. His amazing catches in the outfield

Let me just put this out here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5WCM5Doh-o  This is only one of MANY fantastic catches Gomez has made for the Brewers in the outfield throughout his career here. With game saving catches like this one, how can a Brew Crew fan NOT miss GoGo?

3. Sharing his sweets with others

No Brewer fan will forget when Gomez left Cincinnati Reds Center Fielder Billy Hamilton a note and some of GoGo’s infamous bubble gum. The clubhouse had the gum stockpiled for Gomez, so why not share with the enemy? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qLfgvvKXYU

4. Carlos vs the Magician

Who can forget when the Brewers invited a magician into the locker room prior to one of their games. GoGo was the lucky chosen participant by the magician to help him perform his card tricks. Here’s a link to relive those tricks yourself https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-cH9hKYbpY

5. Taking time out for his fans

You know a player is a class act not only just because they take the time out of their daily routine to sign autographs, but by going above and beyond and doing what Carlos did for this young fan. In general, I think the Brewers organization does a very good job of doing things like this with well-deserving fans. I think this incident is no exception. Take a look at what happened when GoGo met Jordan Hynum https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiNuHXNa_uc

6. He is a family man

Take one look at GoGo’s Instagram (@realcarlosgomez) and you’ll see just what I mean. There are endless pictures and videos of him and his family going about their daily lives and enjoying their time spent together. It is evident he makes time to be a normal dad for them despite being a professional athlete too. Also, his kids are adorable so that’s a plus of following him on Instagram too!

7. He is a grown-up goofball

Let this selfie do all the talking. There was no shortage of goofball moments when this guy was in the clubhouse. Guys with an attitude and sense of humor like GoGo are a necessity for a team. During the key moments of the season, it is imperative to have guys like this lighten up the mood in the clubhouse. Guys like him allow the pressure to fade a bit, hopefully allowing the rest of the team to achieve a winning outcome.

Also, I can’t forget about his “sexy pants”. If you’re not familiar with this, basically, whenever the team traveled down to Miami to play (or at least on one instance), Gomez asked for a smaller sized pant than he normally wore because it could should off his rear end better. He mentioned how being in Miami made him feel sexy and he wanted his pants to help him feel sexy too.

8. He takes trolling interviews to a new level

Who can forget when Gomez walked up on an interview with Mark Reynolds in disguise as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle? Initially, GoGo remained unidentified under the costume until the heat started getting to him and he unveiled himself. He then proceeded to apparently smell Reynolds neck giving a somewhat unappealing reaction afterwards. Apparently, the whole costume was his son’s wish that he followed through on. Another example proving reason #6 too.

Well Carlos, now that you’re gone, Milwaukee is definitely not the same. I get it, players consistently come and go, its part of the business of baseball. I would just like to say thank you for all the laughs and smiles you’ve brought to this city and Milwaukee wishes you the best of luck with the rest of your season and career. Obviously, we’re not getting to the post season this year, but you have the chance to. Make us proud GoGo.

Why social media screwed up my college experience

Just like many other college students, I am also an avid user of Instagram and other social networking apps. Despite piles of papers and readings and lab reports, I find the time, at least once per day, to scroll through each media platform as much as I can. The one that seems to always make me feel my worst has got to be Instagram.

The angled and wanna-be artsy food photos are some of my favorites

Instagram in general is just filled with pictures that people (and myself, I’ll admit it) post practically bragging about the awesome fro-yo they just grabbed, or their amazing outfit they put together (which probably also costed them an arm or a leg). This is all fine and dandy for a high school aged person, or even any college student on a break. However, when your currently enrolled in anywhere from fourteen to nineteen credits and spend just about your entire weekend hunched over a book, these images your friends post become something larger than just an image. They start to really tare you down mentally.

The odds are that your high school friends for the most part wound up at a different college than you. So, you both are having completely separate college experiences. This happened for me. A friend of mine attended a small state school, while I attended one of the largest schools in the country (student population wise). Coming into college, I had this idea put into my mind by movies and older friends of what college would be like. Going to class if I didn’t feel like sleeping in, going out Thursday, Friday AND Saturday nights, going to football games, getting dressed up for classes or a night out on the town and having so many friends all the while managing to pass all of my classes with flying colors. In my first semester, I only managed two things on that list of going to football games and occasionally skipping class and even then I learned that doing so would not cut it in the future. I needed to learn to adjust my time from having fun, to getting down to business and getting my schoolwork done first. After all, school is pretty damn expensive.

Once I settled into this new routine, Instagram posts began to really claw at me. The pictures my friends posted of all their new friends made me feel like I hadn’t met anyone in college, even though I had. the pictures they posted of their girl friends all dressed up for a Friday night party had me wishing I had taken a study break and gone out too, only I know I wouldn’t have been anywhere near the mindset needed to study once I would have gotten back. Their pictures at sporting games looking cute in their school colors made me envious that they got to sit in the student section and enjoy all the cheers and the general ambiance while I was stuck working the game in order to keep my work study in tact. My life was a constant go go go which I was used to in high school, but even then I was able to have a social life. In college, if you’re taking a full schedule, you work, and you want to actually do very well in your classes, you don’t have much of a social life. In case I hadn’t realized this already, I could always count on my daily Instagram checks to reassure me that other people were having the time of their lives at college and hardly studying at all and passing their classes, while I was sitting hunched over textbooks all day everyday still struggling to do well in classes.

I let this get to me for a year and a half of college. Finally, in the winter of my Sophomore year of college, I read the story of a girl named Madison Holleran who looked like she had the perfect life on social media. It wasn’t until her suicide that her friends learned how flawed her college experience was in her mind compared to the experiences her friends where having elsewhere. Some of her friends had admitted to her that even though their Instagram pictures looked like they were having the time of their lives, they still felt like they didn’t have a lot of friends or didn’t get to go out a lot, etc.

If you’re someone like I used to be, someone who feels like their college experience isn’t all fun and games like everyone else’s appears to be. If because of this, it starts getting to you and makes you feel lonely and gloomy, just know there are a whole lot of people just like you. Instagram posts aren’t always what they seem to be. We can make our lives look so much different with a square picture that’s been edited and airbrushed and slapped with some well thought out caption posted online. That doesn’t define our lives or our experiences. Enjoy the moments you have away from the books. You can capture it in a picture if you want, but you don’t have to share it with the world. Your life is greater than the things you post on any social media platforms anyways. Yes, there will always be the people who feel the need to post what we believe is every detail of their lives on social media, but even these people don’t share the whole story. Remember that and try not to let someones ‘Instagram Perfect’ lifestyle cause you to think less of your own. It’s your life, make of it what you want.

19 Things Only Women With A Low Maintenance Fashion Sense Understand

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1. You have three hairstyles: down, ponytail, and bun.

2. You have one pair of shoes that you wear with 95% of your wardrobe.

3. Most of your outfits are just some combination of t-shirts and jeans.

4. This makes getting ready massively easy. What are you going to wear? Throw on the first pair of jeans and t-shirt you can find. Put on aforementioned shoes. Boom. Done.

5. Sundresses are also great because they look like you put more effort into getting ready, but you definitely didn’t.

6. You have to be very clear with your hairstylist that you need a cut that’s easy to maintain, because you’re not about that life. Your idea of styling your hair is making sure the part is nice, and if you’re feeling fancy, throwing a clip or headband up there.

7. You find make up a little terrifying. You understand…

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6 things shy college students struggle with

If you’re anything like me, you are totally outgoing and bubbly when with your close friends, but as soon as you leave that comfort zone, you become this closed off person. You may not try to be, but you’re just shy! It happens. Here is a list of ten things that I have noticed happen to you when you’re shy in college:

1. You’re only friend your first year was your roommate. 

Unless you ended up at the same college as all of your high school friends, the chances are that the only friend you made your freshman year of college was your roommate. Who knows, if the University hadn’t required you to live in the dorms your first year, would you even have any friends? It’s not like you didn’t want to go around and meet your neighbors; it’s just that every time you tried, you never could really develop any sort of friendship because you were too quiet or nervous and made an excuse to leave. That or the fact that in the beginning of the year, when everyone was introducing themselves to their neighbors, everyone just seemed so fake that you just gave up and watched Netflix in your room.


2. On the first day of classes, when the Professor tells you to introduce yourself to a neighbor;

You end up having to break the ice to some random stranger who happened to slip into class right before it started and took the only seat available which happened to be next to you. You become so focused on making sure you enunciate and not mumble your name that you don’t even catch theirs. Sure, they now know your name, but what are you supposed to call them? “Oh hey… you….. when’s the first midterm again?” Please, like that’ll ever fly. The professor basically handed you one person in the classes name on a silver platter and you still couldn’t use it.

3. Planning on earning your MRS degree? FORGET ABOUT IT.

Let’s face it ladies, most guys in our generation don’t flat-out come up to a girl and say they’re interested in getting to know you more as a person. And if by chance a guy does approach you, a hookup is probably a part of his hidden agenda. A lot of guys like it when a girl approaches a guy first. It shows confidence and good taste. But, when you’re shy, there’s no way in hell, even after happy hour, that you will go up to a guy first. I know you’re best chances of meeting a handsome and potentially successful guy to maybe be your future husband are in college. If you’re shy, you totally miss out on this opportunity and are forced to wait until whoever comes to you, does. That or stick it out with some random dude from high school.


4. Group Projects are torture from the get-go

The second you read through the course syllabus and see that you will be required to take part in a group project, you die a little on the inside. You may be the best team player in the world or you may be the worst. The point is, it won’t matter because you can’t even find a group to work with on your own. You either wait until some outgoing soul asks you to join theirs, or talk to the teacher and have them place you into a group. Once you’re in this group, you initially dread any group meetings and opt to do most work online via a google doc. Once you get to know your group more, things get better. But, if the project isn’t a lengthy one, this chance may never even happen. After all, you don’t want to be too ambitious in the beginning and try to hard to talk to them. Your group members may start to think you’re a bit crazy.


5. People always think you’re either a b!*ch, or you’re weird.

If you manage to crack a few words out, they come out shaky and in some version of English that makes absolutely no sense. If you don’t say anything at all, people just assume that you think you’re just too good for them and would rather be anywhere else than in that conversation. Neither of the two are true though. You may be the sweetest person out there, yet you just don’t know what to say or are afraid to say anything in case you say something wrong.

6. You hear people talking and you know you’d get along.

You’ll be sitting in class, looking down at your phone, scrolling through Twitter when you eavesdrop in on a conversation going on around you. You end up listening to their conversation and replying to some remarks in your head, too shy to actually say them out loud. You know that you could probably be great friends with these people as you have a lot in common. The only problem is, you’re too shy to speak up and introduce yourself.

Stay golden

A letter to Ferguson

Dear Ferguson,

I get it; you’re mad. A young man’s life was taken away far too soon and you feel as though no justice was served from the officer’s indictment. His parents are without a son, his extended family is without a cousin, a grandson, and a nephew, and his friends have lost who I’m sure was a great friend. However, this does not, in any way whatsoever, make burning the American flag okay by any means. All these protests and riots started because of the shooting of one young man. That flag though? 1.2 million Americans of all different racial backgrounds died for the freedoms that flag represents. For protestors to just burn it because they feel as though the outcome was unjust is inexcusable. Have some respect, seriously. If you really hate all the freedoms and privileges with living in America, why are you here? But I digress.

Dear Ferguson,
What ever happened to peaceful presentations? Marches down the street, sit-ins, etc? Did you really feel the need to set fire to innocent people’s cars and break innocent shop owners windows? All you’re doing is making yourself look like criminals. You have handled this situation in the most immature and irresponsible way possible. You are giving the police of Ferguson reason to approach you and question you and suspect you of these crimes.

Dear Ferguson,

Now, I’m not completely saying that Michael Brown was guilty. No police officer should feel the need to shoot a young man like that as many times as he did. I can’t speak for what was going through the officer’s mind in that moment or how much adrenaline must have been pumping through his system, but I’m sure he felt that his safety was in danger. He could have shot Michael Brown in the leg or in the arm though instead if he really thought his safety was in danger, not shoot him until he was dead.

But Dear Ferguson,

Let’s not forget why Michael Brown was even approached by the police officer in the first place. Michael Brown had been reported for stealing cigars from a store and for strong-arming a clerk when approached for doing so. This decision was a poor decision for Michael Brown, and ultimately may be the cause for how he lost his life. You see, if he had never even made this decision, he would not have been confronted by the officer in the first place. Because he made this poor decision though, he was bound to face the consequences of his actions (although death is not the proper consequence for this action).

So Ferguson, like I’ve said time and time again, I know you’re mad, because a young man lost his life over stolen cigars, but you have to understand me when I explain this. It wasn’t because he was black. All around our country, there are people who are innocently shot and killed, most likely because of gang violence or initiations. Recently for example, there was a five-year old WHITE girl shot and killed. She was not even outside; she was sitting on her grandfather’s lap in the comfort of their home in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She was killed by a gang of black men who clearly intended on killing someone in that home that day. The victim’s name was Laylah Peterson, but  how would you know that? We don’t see her face or this case blasted all across the news around the country. Instead, it has been primarily a local story that only received a little bit of national coverage when her family decided to donate her heart to someone in need. My point here is simple, race is still an issue in our country, I’m not denying that. However, the way our media portrays these stories is a bigger issue. Think about it, our media receives these stories from leads and pursue anything that looks somewhat juicy. They purposely spin things to act like race was a key player in the story, when in fact, that’s not always the case. Our media also picks and chooses WHICH stories they decide to air on television. Therefore, a white individual may be shot and killed by another white person or a black person, or a black person may kill another black person, and it will only be covered by local news, but our national media sources won’t pick up these stories because they know that our nation will react more to a white person shooting a black person than the other way around, especially when said shooter is a law enforcement officer.

Dear Ferguson,

I’m sorry that you feel the need to ruin innocent individuals shops and cars and what not over one boys death. I’m sorry that the decision did not go the way you hoped. And most importantly, I’m sorry that Michael Brown is resting in peace in a better place, while we’re all stuck here in madness and chaos. Racism is an issue, but so is ignorance and media portrayals of crime.

Dear Ferguson,

As appalled as I am by the events that occurred in your town last night, I just hope that one day, you will understand that you are truly privileged to have even had your story shared around the nation. You had the opportunity to have support from people all over the country. Social media timelines are filled with debates from people of all ethnic backgrounds arguing both sides of the issue. Many victims of similar shootings are not as fortunate, simply because of the color of their skin. Michael Brown may be resting in peace now, but in fifty years, his name and his story may end up in history books all across the country. For better or for worse, last nights events will go down in the history of this country.

So Dear Ferguson, I leave you with this. Michael Brown’s life was taken away far too soon, but so are many other people’s lives. If we all were to get this worked up every time a situation like this happened, our country would be burned to the ground. I understand the anger you felt last night, however, I think there are better ways to go about venting said anger than by burning someone’s business or car or the symbol of our country. I hope that instead, you all can shift your anger to support and help Michael Brown’s family through this situation. Laslty, I hope that we can move past this and celebrate the lives of not just Michael Brown, but any and all victims to ever have their lives cut short due to intentional gunfire.


An appalled Citizen