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| Monday, January 21 Updated: February 7, 11:58 AM ET First loves and competitive fires |
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(Editor's note: Duke junior guard Sheana Mosch, the Blue Devils' co-captain, will share a diary with ESPN.com throughout the season.) Jan. 21, 2002 Growing up, I pretty much played every sport I could think of. Every day after school or during the summer, I would have some sort of practice to go to. I played basketball, baseball, soccer, golf, tennis, and always loved football with the boys. Until about fifth grade, when I began to play basketball on my elementary school team, baseball was my first love. I was the only girl who played, but I didn't care.
Teammate Krista Gingrich is my roommate and we're both from Pennsylvania. Growing up we lived about an hour away from each other and also played AAU together for the Philadelphia Belles. Back in high school during one of our summer trips, we were talking and found out that we had actually played against each other in a Little League All-Star game when we were about 11. We were the only girls to make the team and I still have the newspaper article in an album at home. I always pick on her because our team beat them up pretty badly for the district championship, and also because she struck out. Ha ha. Playing Little League baseball is still one of my all-time favorite childhood memories. I remember getting so excited for night games and playing underneath the lights. I used to go home and do pushups every night because I thought it would make me stronger so I could hit more. I hit my first home run when I was 12. I still keep my baseball glove with me here at college. One of my best friends, Kira Orr (who is the greatest clutch player in Duke basketball history) comes down to visit every once in awhile and we'll play catch for about two hours. I had a lot of competitive influences growing up. I played with my dad and older brother, Brennan (who is one year older than I am) all the time. Brennan and I would compete against each other for everything. One year for Christmas we both got NFL football helmets, so we went outside in the snow and played one-on-one football in our long yard and beat the crap out of each other. My mom used to tell us whoever cleaned their room quicker would get 25 cents. I didn't really care about the quarter, I just didn't want him to get it. If I ever lost, I would get so angry. I had the worst little temper when I was younger and it's actually kind of humorous when I look back at it. It got me in a lot of trouble and my parents always say that I got the most spankings out of all four of us kids. When Brennan would beat me at something (a lot of times when I was losing, I'd quit before it was over, because then it didn't officially count as a loss), he would mock me incessantly. He'd pass by me in the house and remind me of his victory. I would try and ignore him and act like it didn't bother me, but eventually I just couldn't take it anymore and I would scream at him and tackle him as hard as I could. If there had been such a thing as anger management classes for 10-year-olds, I definitely would have had to go. For more information on Mosch and the Blue Devils, check out Duke's official athletic site. |
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