We Love Mardi Gras

A common cheer among softball players is, “just find a way kid.” It can be used when your teammate is up to bat, your pitcher is in a tight spot, or pretty much any other situation on the diamond. On the day before Fat Tuesday I discovered it can also apply to life.

As soon as the email was sent out with our schedule for the week you could hear groans from all over Thibodaux. 9 a.m. practice means nothing crazy the night before. Being the unstable teenage girls that we are, we found ourselves on our way to New Orleans anyway. Now I don’t mean to contradict my last blog post in any way. But this is why we all went to college away from home, to experience things we haven’t before.

Although it wasn’t our first Mardi Gras, it was our first parade. I can confidently say that Mardi Gras in New Orleans would give New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas a run for its’ money. The marching bands composed of kids of all ages and bloats of all colors justify why people come from all over the country to be apart of it.

Between my two roommates and I we probably had over 20 lbs. of beads. We were tucked in bed by 11 p.m. and showed up to practice 15 minutes early the next day just like everybody else.


Sometimes you just have to find a way to live life.

Beer and Beads

“Only in southern Louisiana,” is a statement I find that the people from around here use equally to apologize and to boast. Today was no different. I’ve seen ball games stopped because of cleats flying off, bats flying out of the dugout, and birds flying through the infield, but never because of beer and beads flying onto the field.

Today our scrimmage was paused so that I could pick up the beer in left field thrown by one of the crazies on one of the many floats that drove by. Throughout the game, people on floats saw it as a challenge to try to get items over our fence and some succeeded.

On my way out of Barker Hall after treatment I got to snap this picture. This is how I experienced the Thibodaux parade. It might not be the greatest picture or the greatest story but life isn’t always the way our Instagram accounts portray them to be.



People come to New Orleans from all over the country to experience Mardi Gras. I came to Louisiana to earn a degree and play ball.

So I’m okay with not getting pelted in the face with a string of beads, for now.


Three Big Bitches On a Fence

Just for the record those were their words not mine. Going from left to right we have the fabulously awkward Ashleigh from Texas, the sarcastic sweetheart (asshole) Alexis from Chicago, followed by the funniest girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, Moriah from Georgia. With Mardi Gras season upon us the average citizen of Louisiana is probably getting ready to go to a parade. We however, after a grueling practice this morning, entertained ourselves by looking for horses we heard over the fence.

Not being able to attend parades, go out on Thursday nights, or straighten our hair before class are just some of the sacrifices we make in order to be student athletes. We are forced to create our own fun that fall within the rules we are given. Either way, seemingly insignificant moments likes these are the memories that will last a lifetime. Who remembers the nights they go out anyway?

If you said you do, you’re doing it wrong.