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I remember it like it was just yesterday. Bright lights shined on the field, my teammate’s loud cheering from the dugout, my team’s crowd of people all cheering my name. It was my second district game, which is where local towns put together a team of their best players to compete in a big tournament. In districts the goal is to win each team you play in order to move up in the tournament. However, if you lose two times your team is eliminated. For example, the tournament goes from; Districts, to Sectionals, States, Regionals, and then the World Series. Districts always come with larger crowds, nervous energy, My team and I were at the Gloucester City Fields for our game against Gloucester City. We had already lost to them the night before, …show more content…
I was up next to bat, and I was so nervous, I was shaking. My heart was beating ten times the normal speed, and before I stepped into the batter’s box, I anxiously looked down to third base. My third base coach called “timeout” and talked to me on whether or not I wanted to bunt. I had so much pressure on me, but I replied with a “no” because I didn’t feel like I would be able to bunt off this pitcher. So the game resumed, and as I stepped into the batter’s box my heart was beating so fast I thought the catcher could hear it. The pitcher started her wind up I didn’t take my eyes off the ball until I felt it make contact with my bat. As soon as I made contact I ran as fast as I could down to first base, adrenaline rushing through me. My hit went just short of the pitcher’s mound. The pitcher got the ball, and made a bad throw to first base. The umpire called me “safe” and there was an uproar of cheers from the crowd. My hit allowed the girl on third base to advance home, scoring the winning run. My dad was coaching first base at the time, and he gave me a big hug when I was called safe, and my whole team swarmed me with hugs. I felt like I was on top of the …show more content…
From this moment, I learned to believe in myself and to have confidence. I doubted myself on whether or not I could hit the ball, with the outcome of the game up to me. However, I proved to myself that I’m capable of a lot more than I think, and if I put my mind to it I could accomplish anything. This part of my life changed me because ever since this moment in softball, whenever I’m put in this same situation again, or in a situation similar, I think back to this moment. I remind myself how much I doubted myself, but in the end I hit the winning run. To this day, I have more confidence playing softball, just from this specific
It was our last game of pool play on the second day of the tournament, and the other team’s pitcher was a friend of mine so I was excited to go against her. It had been a long day so I wasn’t in the field, but my coach left me in the batting line up. A few innings in it was my turn to bat, so I jogged out on the field, calm and confident that I would do well. After a few pitches I ended up with two strikes on me and I was getting nervous about the outcome of my at bat. The next pitch came and I made solid contact, so on instinct I started my sprint towards first base.
Once again, the next year, I was on the All-Star team. This time we were all determined to stay in the tournament and win the championship. We started off lousy, though, making four errors in the first game and losing 4-0. We now had to win every game and beat the last team twice. We did defeat every team we went up against, including the team that beat us the first game, and once again ended up in the championship game.
As the clock struck 3:15 we began warming and limbering our muscles. I stretched my legs as far as they would go to the side and reached for the grass. I ran my fingers through the grass and counted along with the team. I felt my legs slowly begin to loosen with each stretch and sprint that we did. Following our series of warm-ups we began playing catch Pop! The sound of a ball hitting leather filled the outfield. As our coaches approached the throwing stopped and the field returned to silence, the buzz of anticipation in the air. Coach McGownd and our assistant Lori gave us a run-down of the practice plan, which included infield-outfield (IO), hitting drills, fielding drills and various base running drills. As he spoke, a few of the upperclassmen whispered back and forth amongst themselves. I caught bits and pieces of phrases like “come on it’s just the first day” and “how about no”. I stood drinking in every word and ignoring their muttered curses. I had never played softball and was determined to learn as much as I possibly could about the game. Coach McGownd asked us to go to a position we thought we might want to play. I ventured across the field and stood by first base. My parents and a few of my friends had told me that I would make a good first baseman so that seemed like the best choice to me. I had no clue how to actually play the position. My emotions ran amuck, ultimately stopping at optimistic.
On February 28, 2005, I experienced one of the most exciting events that anyone could ever experience – winning a State Championship. The day my soccer team made history is a day I’ll never forget. However it is not just that day we won the title, but the whole experience of the preceding season that got us there. From start to finish, my team’s 2004-2005 season taught me that the platitude is true. You can do anything you set your mind to.
My sophomore year eager to begin baseball season, I've have so much detonation and disappointment from the prior year. The team and i had been preparing our butts off this off season. We were determined to break the curse of the baseball team. Out of the past teams no one never made it passed the fourth round and we were willing to do anything to change that. This was the year that we told our self's that were we going to make it the distance and nothing was going stand before us. We needed to be the team to recall as the ones who broke the condemnation and made it to state.
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.
When I first started playing softball, I never thought I would be where I am today, which is finishing up my senior year of college and still playing softball. I started playing softball at the age of nine, with no skills and only knowledge from watching baseball on television, learning to play a new sport was challenging, but learning to play a sport with teammates was rewarding and tested my willpower and determination for the game. However, through tenacity, patience, hard work, and constantly practicing, my playing ability developed rapidly. Depending on what level of softball I was playing, we practiced anywhere from four to ten hours a week as a team, and individually I would put in two to three hours a day. Although practice didn’t make me perfect, it taught me to never give up and that if I wanted to live my dream as a college softball player, I was going to have to develop the work ethic to get there.
Sports play a very important role in my life ever since I could walk. My interests in playing sports began at the age of three as my parents signed me up for soccer, flag football, basketball, and lacrosse. First grade started my competitive edge as I began to play for travel teams in various sport tournaments. This competitive edge transferred from the sports field to the classroom having teachers and coaches helping me be the best I can be. Sports have continually well-shaped and defined my character by teaching me how to accept a win from working hard, also how a loss is an opportunity to learn and fix mistakes.
The game was about to start and the whole team is in a huddle, with the coach in the middle; about to announce who was starting the game. I look up at the stands the crowd is packed, there was no more seats in the bleachers. Suddenly, I hear my coach say my name. I look at my teammates and am in shock because I was not expecting to play at
Our All-Star team made it to State which was held in the warm July sun down in Terre Haute, Indiana. Pete, a short red haired kid was my best friend at the time, he would play second base and I would be the shortstop, we were the best two players on the team and we always had each other’s back. Before our first game at State, Pete and I always did our handshake but this time it felt more special because we were both so hype and caught up in the moment that all I remember him saying was “It’s your world. Get on base and let me hit you in, let’s go!” I was always the number one hitter and Pete was number two, the best two baseball players, so we were the ones carrying the team. To start off the game, I hit a double off the wall, pointed at the dugout and my teammates went crazy. The families in the stands started chanting, and it felt like I was on top of the world. Next batter is Pete, he gets a fastball over the plate and belts it into right field, I score and start clapping and our team is going ballistic as we started the game off to a quick 1-0 start. We all thought we had this game in the bag. After the top of the first we were on defense. Our best pitcher was on the mound and everyone in
As I layed in my bed on a cold and windy Friday night, i could hear the roar from Fenway park across the street. The Red Sox had a game tonight against their long time rival the New York Yankees. Their games would always be so thrilling and so exciting to be at, i was a young 15 year old boy who like everyone else wanted to be a MLB baseball player. I had always dreamed about playing on that beautiful and playing against those Yankees. Living in Boston mostly everyone here absolutely hates the yankees. I was having a hard time going to bed so i looked outside and was looking at all the people outside walking outside the Ballpark.
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
I encountered a “bump in the road” at a young age. I began playing softball at age six when Kylie, my elementary school friend, came to show and tell with her first place T-ball trophy. At the time, I had only played soccer, but the thought of swinging a bat as hard as I could and having people in the stands cheer for me, inspired me to ask my mother to register me for the local recreational league. Before I knew it, I was lacing up last year’s soccer cleats and stepping up to bat in my first coach-pitch softball game. My father, being the coach, stood on the mound and lobbed in the fattest meatball every hitter dreams of. With the ding of my second-hand garage sale bat, the ball sailed over the shortstop. Some may have called it beginner's luck, but I called it a sign.
It was always a good game when we played Homerville otherwise known as Clinch County. Out of all the games we played against them this one was the best game yet. The game didn’t start until 5:30, but the whole team was at the field by 4:00 so we could get some practice in. When we first got there we went over basic things like double plays and other basic, but important things like that. It wasn’t long before the Clinch team arrived. When they all got to their dugout it looked as if they were 16. I know one kid was at least 6 feet tall. But I knew we could beat them. We could beat
Go!Ball!Go! I don’t ever want to forget my first home run. Furthermore, at the start of the game my team was warming up. I didn’t expect to hit a home run. One of my coaches kept saying for a couple of games you are going to hit a home run! I really wasn’t doing so good at the start. Also, I was the number one hitter and the number one hitter usually isn’t a power hitter, they are usually a contact hitter. It was the last inning and we were down 8-5 with one out. Then I got up to bat. Strike one then strike two. Finally, I was really nervous and I also had butterflies in my stomach. My heart was pounding like someone punching the wall hard. Then I swung the bat. It was a high fly ball gone home run. That was my first ever home