Know what you mean, my man! My oldest in particular loved sports. Stud softball player, stud VB player, and decent basketball player. Played a lot of club softball and volleyball. Once had the VB HC at a high school we played look me up after the game so he could tell me my oldest reminded him a lot of his daughter who was the starting setter at UPig. She was too short for college (even high school really), but was so quick & agile...knew where to be at all times, and had really "soft hands". During her senior year she got recruited by a smaller school asking her to come and play softball, but she decided to hang up her spikes to focus on studies. Made her mind up to major in Chemical Engineering and figured playing sports would make it too risky for her major.
Loved watching her play, and gained a real appreciation for what the young ladies sacrifice to be really good at their sport. She worked her *** off for club VB in particular. Absolutely brutal workouts. In softball she was top-notch with the glove, extremely fast, but couldn't hit for average and had below average power. But if she got on...watch out! In high school she was the only player on the team that had, "carte blanche" from the HC to steal any and every time she got on. Never got caught stealing, usually going in standing up. Club ball was different in that you're often playing against some elite teams, with elite catchers with big, accurate arms. Even then, I think she got thrown out once in 20-something attempts her last season.
I kid you not...she was fast! Her high school coach was a former college all-star who got a, "cup of coffee" in the big leagues with the Reds. He'd run drills for the infielders where he'd deliberately hit grounders far enough away from them so they'd have to practice diving and getting up to make the throw. He'd just laugh when my Abby would get up because he'd hit it away but she'd always get to it without having to dive. He'd try to compensate, but I guess he always just figured he couldn't hit it that far away or that hard or she wouldn't have a chance. So it literally just usually ended up with him laughing and telling her to, "get the hell out of his drill" with a wink. I really miss those days though I'm very proud of her for the choice she made. If she could have hit half-way decent, she'd have no doubt been a hot recruit at bigger programs. But hitting is a HUGE part of the game,and was definitely a weakness for her.
My youngest was actually a more naturally-gifted athlete. Track star and an amazing basketball player...particularly man-to-man defense. But she didn't have the love of sports or the work ethic my oldest had, so she quit sports altogether in high school. She only played basketball and ran track as long as she could dominate without training hard. She was never close to as good as the oldest in softball or VB, but was better in basketball, and despite how fast my oldest was, my youngest was even faster.
Damn this is bringing back some fond memories. Yes, a lot of traveling to club tournaments and school games that were often a PITA, but God, I loved them!