Nailed with Hail Covered from head to toe with red quarter-sized hail welts, I rushed off the well-used softball field with a traumatizing memory. Even with frustrating coaches and umpires, we still managed to stay ahead of Sauk Rapids-Rice. This forever memory will always be something to laugh about and relieve anger from my frustrating coaches. It was a Thursday and we had a double header that evening. The weather was not supposed to be very friendly that night. The thought of the game being cancelled was all that the 13 girls’ minds. With the game not cancelled, we arrived ready to play. It started to sprinkle when we started our first game. On and off the field we went. Inning after inning (intentional). By around the third or fourth
La Mirada offered organized ball on a year-round basis. Jennie joined her first league, L’il Miss T-Ball, after her fifth birthday. She was one of those kids who excelled at a number of sports, but her greatest love was always for baseball. Bev and Doug soon began channeling this passion almost exclusively into girls’ softball. Their daughter had good hand-eye coordination and excellent speed. But it was her arm that opened the most eyes. During winter vacation in Iowa one year, she celebrated her first snowfall by packing a snowball and literally heaving it out of sight.
baseball game my 3rd grade year . It was a beautiful day, a few clouds covering
My story and experience takes places long time ago, but to me it feels just like yesterday. I remember it so clearly, it was Saturday June 10, 2006. I got tickets for the game from my actual father, but he could not attend the game, thus giving me the tickets to my first Red Sox game at Fenway Park. The Red Sox that day were schedule to play the Texas Rangers in a day-night doubleheader. The minute I got tickets, I went and checked the weather for that day. Rain, yes it was schedule to rain on the day of my first Red Sox game, the game was already reschedule game from a rain-out from a month earlier.
As I lay on my bed, that night I could still hear the umpire calling “ballgame” and solidifying victory and our mark on Mountain Grove Softball history. The adrenaline and excitement of the moment were still running through my veins as my mind started to drift. I soon found myself thinking of
A travel of over 3000 miles for some, a 210 mile drive for me, just to arrive at the biggest gathering of over 1,500 twelve year olds; all just to play baseball. The only place that would be suitable for such an event is Cooperstown Dream Parks, every baseball players heaven. Cars have come to Cooperstown from everywhere for this week long tournament. I met children my age from all over the United states. I became friends with kids from Ohio, Illinois, California, I even met a player from Puerto Rico who barely spoke any english. The windows of everyone 's car decorated with the names and numbers of teams and players. Excited baseball teams spill from their Barracks and hustle toward the already crowded seating area. Festive music played over
All throughout high school I played on the softball team. Proceeding the season before where we went undefeated with a district championship, my senior year we were supposed to be unstoppable. We received a few new players to add on to our army and the entire school was counting on our run to state. I was so excited to have an amazing end to my high school softball career, but unfortunately my dream was cut short when we lost in the first round of districts. I did not know that loss would change me the way it did.
The fifth inning they went up on us three runs, and after that we returned scored one run. The following inning they added another run to the board then we struck back with a run. At that point the last inning came and we got three outs on them and we came fixing to make something happen. Our first runner got on base with a walk then the following hitter hit it into a double play. At that point our next runner gets on base with a single, and I come up and get a three-two count and I battle off another strike, then I see a curveball off the pitchers hand and I swing as hard as I could. At that point, "bam" went the ball down the first base line to the fence. Our lead runner comes in for a score and as im passing second I look back to where the ball was and the ball was getting thrown in. Sliding into third I hear the third baseman catch the ball, in a split second I slide off the base and he puts a tag on me for the ball game.
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
A softball game on a hot summer day. My family was going to my dad’s softball game. Today was the championship playoffs. If his team won their first game, they would go on to their second game where they would go up against the, Mighty Mounds of Clay. Their name is weird, the way the play is weird and the fans cheering them on are weird. Though I don’t remember much, I can remember everything that happened before I woke up with a bright light in my eyes.
The rain drops raced down the side of Tom’s office window. Collecting his blue prints he took a moment and looked out at the overcast skies. Another rainy day in Pittsburgh he thought. He proceeds to put on his coat, grabs the umbrella standing in the corner and leaves. Walking outside, he joins the waves of people also getting off working and heading home. Tom took the T home every day from his work on Wood Street to his home on Beagle Dr. He waited in the terminal stoic just staring ahead as he usually does. Holding his blueprints and brief case in opposite hands he listens to the conversations around him. People small talking about the weather, work, or about how big their kids have gotten. Conversations would pause as the trains passed
If you have ever had the experience of climbing a mountain, you have gotten to experience the ultimate sensation of being on top of the world, literally. For me, I got to experience this for the first time, and I had no idea what to expect. I can recall the first time I climbed to the peak of a mountain. It took place four years ago, during April break, when the weather was as perfect as the view from the top. My uncle and his family recommended the idea to my family to take a day trip to Bear Mountain.
On was a saturday morning around seven in the morning, my mom comes bursting through the doors of my sister and I’s room. She tells us to hurry and get dressed because we were going on an adventure. My sister and I got ready as fast as we could and ran to the car. As we were driving my sister and I could not imagine what amazing place we were going to. Then all of a sudden the big yellow signs appears...Sesame Place! Screaming with joy and laughter, we ran to the gate and our amazing day began. Looking for something to do with the kiddos on a Saturday? Sesame Street is the perfect place to go! The days are long and hot, but the memories are worth it! Even Sesame Places says, “to go before they grow!”
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
There's No Place Like Home- Personal Narrative. Other than the sweltering heat of the summer in Oklahoma City, the only dilemma is tornadoes. I grew up in the middle of this “tornado alley” and eventually developed a sixth sense for detecting tornadic activity. Even in the 1980’s, tornadoes were known for their violent crime wave, vandalizing neighborhoods and kidnapping children and adults.
A Day In My Life - Personal Narrative Today is just another school day. The days seem to merge but the