My daughter is only 9, and I'm the type of person who is wired such that winning isn't that big of a deal. I'm much more interested in the girls improving, progressing and having fun.
Yet I'm still a bucket of nerves when she's on the mound.
On those days when s*it just isn’t working out. A bottle of something is definitely needed. It’s a lonely world when your DD is throwing balls and getting pounded. Ha