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We have all had an event in our lives that feels like it will define you for the rest of you life. Early July in 100 degree heat made it a marvelous day for baseball. We’ve played in this heat since 10 A.M. and just finished playing our fifth straight game vs. Rollingstone. Now we just have to win two more games against our rivals the Byron Bears, and we would get to take home that shiny, gold trophy that has called our name since the moment we arrived. My life experience playing two high pressured games shows my nervousness in the first game vs Byron, in the second game vs Byron, and in the end of the game. Throughout my life, I always get nervous in big moment situations in sports, but no moment has my nervousness tried to control me worse than the Rollingstone tournament. I’m warming up for the game when I saw the best pitcher in our grade warming up in the bullpen. Bjorn Knutson, a six foot long legged sixth grader who threw nothing but gas. I thought, How in the world are we supposed to win with him on the mound? First inning I get up, the sweat running down my face, shaking like it’s zero degrees outside. I walk up to the plate and one, two, three I …show more content…
The first guy up flies out to Jake in center field. After each pitch, my nervousness continuously grows and I just hope a ball won’t get hit my way. Smack, the next ball flew threw the air right at me. My body suddenly froze with barely any movement, but at the very last second I stuck out my glove and barely snagged it. I thought, Come on just one more out and we get to go home with that shiny, gold trophy that we came for. The guy steps up to the plate and and hits a groundball to third base.He barely beats the throw, but he accidentally rounded the base and got tagged out for the final out. When this happened, my nervousness disappeared and I ran for my teammates to celebrate on the
After that everything felt like it was in slow motion. The last thing I was was my first base coach as the ground reached out and pulled me down face first. For a second I contemplated not even getting up. I was utterly humiliated. But I did. And when I did, I absolutely died laughing. I stood up after the initial shock and was greeted with a chorus of ‘Are you okay?!’’s. After reassuring them all that I was fine I trotted back over to the batter’s box, still laughing, and got ready to hit again. I fouled off another pitch and finally regained a shred of composure. Thwack. The the ball sailed deep into center field and over the center fielder's head. I made it to second but was stranded by my teammates, and from there I headed back to the
As Paige and I walked across the field towards our team I felt euphoric. Four long years of work, sweat, and dedication had led up to this night. It was the perfect end to my senior year of softball. The scoreboard just beyond the mass of sweaty, screaming softball players read 15-0. This was the final score of the district championship game, a game my team had never won before. The applause and cheers of the fans echoed in my ears for hours afterward
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.
All we had to do was beat a team we had beat numerous times before and then we would be in the finals. Easy right? So we thought. Going into that game I did not expect to feel the heartbreak that I did when it ended. Finally, game day had arrived; in the first inning, things seemed to be going as planned, we were up five or six runs. By the fourth inning, we were down nine to five and it only went downhill from there. My heart started to ache and the feeling of frustration flew through my body. As the ninth inning rolled around we were still losing and we could not get it
I looked in their faces and knew mine mirrored theirs. I didn’t want it to, but it did. Just ten minutes ago, we all were so jubilant. We were so sure we were going to win. We had all wanted it for so long, but we finally felt is as our destiny just a few moments ago. But as our opponent threw the ball in the air, I knew she was just about to serve another ace. However, when the ball landed three feet in front of our best passer, something snapped inside of me.
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.
With seconds to spare I arrived at batting practice and began to prepare for my game. I hear coach call out my name and as I he acknowledged that I was there he told me I was pitching. My brain shifted and went into a whole new mode, I was more focused and more determined than I have ever been. This was the biggest baseball game of my career and I 'm starting on the mound. Honestly it couldn 't have turned out any better, the fate of the pin and my team lied in my hands and I loved the pressure. The pressure made me thrive and before I knew it our team was marching onto the field for the national anthem. During the singing of the national anthem I peeked into the crowd and first row down the first base side was the little boy I met on the cart and his dad sitting right next to him. This game was for that little boy, I needed to impress him. I pitched six strong innings and my team ended up winning the game. It was the most exciting game of my career and the best part was being greeted with the best pin in the tournament after such a spectacular win. The little boy ran out into the middle of the field where we shook our opponents hands and in front of everyone in the stadium handed me the only thing I cared about besides winning. I was in the best mood for the rest of the day and I rewarded myself with a nice long sleep. I could only image what the next day had to
A few hours passed and it was approaching 12:00: game time. As I was getting my equipment on, all the possible things that could go wrong flashed threw my head. As I finish putting on my pads and other equipment, I heard a voice from behind me, "Just stay focused man, and play like you have been.” It was RJ, trying to help me focus and give me motivation. Walking into that dark tunnel with the light at the end is like an exhilarating wave of nerves and excitement. Approaching the end of the tunnel, all I could hear was the crowd screaming and yelling. From there on, as we ran onto the field, another person took over, and I didn't know the outcome of what was about to happen.
When the clock struck three, everyone was ecstatic because school was out for fall break, but my team was thrilled only because we were loading the bus for Albany, Ga to begin the Region softball tournament. On the way, the atmosphere on the bus was electric. The ride to Albany is generally short, but that day it felt like hours. Once we finally arrived, we were the first team there. I was excited and confident my team was going to get the two wins of the day, however things didn’t go as planned. We thought when entering the tournament ranked number one, teams feared us, but into the second game, we were quickly proven wrong when we lost to crisp county 5-2. Many of us were heartbroken and devastated, but we decided to learn from it. Our senior, Emily Corbitt said, “Even the best lose
The air is getting warmer, the flowers are blooming, the grass is green, but nothing is sweeter than seeing the greenest grass in the world on a baseball field, yes it is finally here. I don’t understand as I am walking out to the field for the first practice how most people do not see the beauty and poetry in the game of baseball. The greatest diamond I know of is the baseball field, the smell of fresh cut grass, the lines of the field being chalked, baseballs flying through the air, and the sheer joy of playing a beautiful game with the greatest of friends. The only problem was this, we were horrible. We won only two games the entire season and as we come to the final game I cannot believe this is
As we step off the bus our noses are filled with the scent of the fresh food from the concession stand. My mind goes from the joking state that was present on the yellow bus to the killer mentality. As we make our way to the long dugout, the young fans from Fort Ann greet us with the usual high pitched cheers of how they believe the game will end. I make my way to the mound and feel the grainy dirt , as we have never been to Joe Bruno stadium before. Running this through my mind, I glance over to the section of students dressed in green and gold. They believe in me as I do myself. As the hard, but soft, ball runs through my hand, my pitching rival swings for the fences trying to end the game. The whiff of the bat is heard and we have recorded the final out. With two outs and the game tied, I feel my bat, as this could be the last time I ever use it. As the fast moving ball crosses in front of the pentagon shaped plate, I take a swing. My hips rotate, my hands back, the ball has carried over the gigantic wall. As the sweat runs over my lips, I make my way around the squishy bases, but it doesn’t feel like my career is over, rather it has just begun. I am met at home plate with ten loving teammates all dressed in the same cleats. We grab the wooden sectional title and kiss it over and over again as we climb into the screaming fans chanting with victory. As I am greeted with college coaches, I awaken from my slumber only to realize I must make my dreams my
The Last Pitch “Take your base,” exclaimed the umpire. My coach told me I was up to bat. I grab my helmet, put it on my head, got my bat, and ran onto the field. My heart was racing so fast I felt like my heart was going to explode.
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I am on deck. The time has ran out. Two outs. Lou, the girl in the batter's box, bunts and gets on. I am walking up to the plate. We are playing are rival, Victory, to get to the championship. The score is tied and bases are loaded. I watch the first pitch, like I always do. Ball. The next pitch was right down the middle. I step out of the box cursing at myself to swing the bat. The pitcher, Alana, was once a team mate of mine just last year. She threw me high knowing that was my weakness but I held back. I remember having difficulty deciding whether the ump was calling ball or strike because he wore a big mask in front of his mouth. The count is now 2-1. Before stepping into the box I took a deep breath with a quick prayer. There was a moment
It was the bottom of the seventh inning. My knees were trembling and my hands were shaking as I felt the gritty laces of the ball underneath my fingers. Standing on the mound I always had a sense of importance. Everybody is important on the team, every person has a contribution. However, today felt abnormal. It was our last game of the season, or should I say the last game of our unsuccessful season. Every team member's mind was focused on the idea of actually winning a game this season. We were tied 8-8, there were two outs with a girl on third waiting to steal home. I was sweaty, I was tired, and for the first time I could not wait for this game to be over so I could crawl into my bed. My mind was set