When I'm playing softball, the world stops, or as though it feels. It takes me to a new reality. When I'm on the diamond, anything is possible. I haven't won all of my games, but I have gained something from them. A loss is just another reason to try harder. Softball was pretty much my life, until one day, that changed. My perspective towards everything would never be the same. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breathes. It was almost time for me to compete in a competition call PitchHit&Run. (The name pretty much explains itself.) I wasn't a pitcher, so I probably was going to win that portion. I could hit the ball, but it usually just went in the dirt right in front of me. However, I was good at one thing, and that was running. I loved to run. I normally wouldn't be worried about running this race, but I was. This race would be my first, since my accident. It was a Friday night in April. I was hanging outside with my neighbor. We had been messing around, and I decided to run into the backyard. I raced up to the top of their playset. I got to the top, but I realized my neighbor, Rowyn, wasn't behind me. I thought it would be best just to climb back down. As I did so, my foot must have gotten caught because I didn't reach the bottom as I planned to. I fell from the very top onto the woodchips below. In that very …show more content…
I was all lined up and ready to run. I couldn't be afraid. It was time for my hard work to pay off. I was going to give it my all, but would it be enough? The second the stopwatch started, I was off. I breezed past first and took a turn towards second. As I approached the base, I stuck my foot out and stepped onto the tip of the base. When I touched second, I pushed myself towards third base. I raced around third and sprinted for home. I was in reach. I was steps away. I breathed in and out. I took one step and down I went. My right foot went forwards and my left leg tucked under it. I lay flat as I slid into home. I had done
It was the beginning of a new softball season, and I couldn't wait to get out there with my team. At our first practice I remember feeling back at home on the field. Just when I thought this was going to be our teams best season, my parents moved me to a private school. Leaving what I was familiar with was not an easy task, and deciding if I would continue my passion of softball with a different team was even more difficult.
Softball, what is it to people. Most people see it as just a game others a way of life and many others believe in something else. Even if you don’t play softball or any sport at that matter. We can all agree that when we find our passion we find meaning to it. It can impact your life in a good or bad way.
I tried out and made my highschool team. While playing on my highschool team I joined a travel team for the Brooklyn Cyclones while still playing for my church’s high school team. My passion for softball could not be taken away from me. Even when I failed, I did not give up on my dream. Giving up on my dream of being successful in softball would be equivalent to letting down my past self who was just a little girl who fell in love with softball. Playing softball was my parents way of wearing me out, but it was my way of getting away from the problems of the real world and into a world of my own. Between two white chalk lines nothing else mattered, but playing the game I fell in love with when I was only ten years old. On the field, I was able to feel pure bliss. Playing softball for seven years has not only given me joy, but it has also taught me life skills that I use from day to day. I learned to work as a team to achieve a common goal, to communicate with others better, I have learned to cherish my wins while accepting my losses and I have learned no matter what happens in life, you always have to put your heart and soul into everything you
I spend six days per week for twelve months straight practicing catching, throwing, and hitting a softball. My friends call me crazy when I have to leave their house at ten o’clock on a Friday night to go play in a midnight madness softball tournament. They think I am insane for travelling to away, out-of-state tournaments each weekend. However, ten years of competitive, travel softball and nearly nine hundred games have molded me into the person I am today. Many people do not understand why I spend the majority of my time playing competitive softball, and they fail to recognize that my entire identity is a result of this sport. However, I am aware that I would not be who I am without it.
I have played softball for four years, Softball has always come to me naturally. It was my third year playing when I moved to Friendswood, I was new to everything. During this year I met a girl named Shaye Brockwell. She was really nice to me and we hung out many times. Then her dad started coaching and I got on their team the next year and everything changed.
Now, I play baseball whenever in my spare time, which helps me reach my overall goal of playing the sport. It used to be for fun, but now I am trying to go farther than just having fun in the sport. I have had to do many things to get where I am, but I do not want to be finished yet, I want to keep going throughout my life and keep succeeding. “Baseball is a good thing”. Always was, always will be.”
I had played softball in P.E. enough to know the basics…or so I thought. I stood there leaning against my bat listening to Coach McGownd talk. As he talked I began absorbing everything he said. Gone were the days of simply stepping up to the plate to hit. Now, each at bat had a purpose and guidelines to follow in order to maximize the batters chance of successfully hitting the ball. There was so much information—proper stance, proper mechanics, how to set up in the batters box based on what you wanted to do (i.e. bunt, pull the ball, hit opposite, slap hit), and so much more. When Coach McGownd finished giving us our instructions, we shuffled off to our assigned station and began doing our assigned drills. I happily watched as the older, more experienced players took their swings. The sweet pinging of the metal bats against the balls and laughter blanketed the field. I patiently waited as the older players took their turns. When my turn came I picked up my bat, stepped up to the tee and followed along as my brain got its clipboard out and started checking off each step I had just learned. I took my swing and was awarded with a nice popping sound as I made contact with the ball. I knew then, that this sound of the bat making contact with a ball would become one of my favorite sounds. I continued to rotate through the drills enjoying the repetitiveness of the task. Time passed by quickly as I got lost in the
“Softball player, a girl who once steps on the field is transformed from daddy’s little girl into a fierce, unrelenting competitor who will stop at nothing to win a game. Characteristically with dirt stained socks and uniform, ratty hair, bloody knees, and dirt across her face” (Softball).
Softball has always been a huge part of my life, but once I got to high school I was not sure it was what I wanted to do any longer. After being forced into trying out, I made the team but little did I know that would change
For the past eight years of my life I have been playing softball. It all started when I was eight years old and my dad took me to my first softball practice. I was thrilled to be playing a sport. My dad grew up playing baseball and his sisters played softball so he was ecstatic when I was finally old enough to play. I loved softball for the first 4 years of playing when it was all fun and games. In middle school softball became harder and more competitive and I slowly started to lose interest in it. I thought high school softball would be different; I would love my teammates, make varsity, and all along have a great first season of highschool softball… I was wrong.
Many people don't understand the point in playing baseball. Why would someone swing a stick, hit a ball, and try to get back to where they started before the ball returns? What pleasure is there in that? Why not participate in a sport like wrestling or track where there is an obvious level of individual improvement and therefore pleasure. Well, I play baseball because of the love I have for the sport, and because of the feeling that overwhelms me every time I walk onto a baseball field. When I walk onto a field I am given the desire to better myself not only as an athlete, but also as a person. The thoughts and feelings I get drive me to work hard towards my goals and to be a better person. The most relevant example of these feelings is when I stepped on the field at Runyon Complex in Pueblo, Colorado during our high school state playoffs in 2003. This baseball field will always be an important place to me.
My 8th grade year of high school I was on the softball and basketball team. My freshman year I was on the basketball and softball team, and a BHS Dazzler which is danceline. Softball was my main sport, but I did everything else until it was time to play softball. I feel in love with softball at an early age. I would play every summer and each year my love for the sport grew. Each year when I played softball in Vidalia or Jonesville I would make all-stars.
When someone asks you what you are thankful for, you probably respond with an answer like your family or good health. But when I am asked I don’t hesitate but say softball. I am thankful for the opportunity to play this amazing sport and enjoy it with my friends. I love my teammates. They are always there to pick me up and help me achieve my goals.
I have participated in softball since I was old enough to swing a bat. I began to play t-ball when I was four years old and I have continued to play up to this day at eighteen years old. I have always enjoyed the sport even when times got rocky and frustration got the best of me. To me, softball was a great way to get my exercise, relieve stress, and meet new friends along my journey. Playing softball has taught me patience (as much as I could handle), it encouraged me to better myself as a player, teammate, and myself. I have developed many leadership skills that I would not have learned without this sport. I understand how to stand fair along with loyal in and out of the game. I have adapted to change and differential situations; as my
Going into the first race we had not expected much since Susan and I had never run this type of race. There were so many crucial things that we had to remember. It wasn't just to get out of the blocks and burn up the track; there was a baton involved, a certain amount of steps to take, and even a certain way to hold the baton.