My name is Anna Streff! In one of my earliest memories, my dad taped a construction paper strike zone to the end of the hallway and handed me a balled up sock. I would pretend I was Jennie Finch a hundred times a day. I was 4 years old and that is where my love for softball began. Nearly every weekend I was at a ball field, somewhere in the Midwest watching my older sister play. When most of the younger siblings would run to the playground and wait for the games to end. I could be found crow hopping and windmilling from diamond to diamond studying the game. I was fascinated. I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to play.
Hard to believe that was nearly twelve years ago. In that time, I have sacrificed, my body has been beaten and bruised, I have battled through heat, rain and sometimes snow with my team, I have had bad games and great games. All of this and I still love this game. This game still fascinates me. More importantly, this game has taught me so many valuable life lessons. There isn’t any place else I would rather be then on a diamond with my eight other sisters.