Wood 1 My First Home Run We were down 9-7 in the bottom of the fifth inning. The bases were loaded and it was my turn to hit. It was time to bring in some runs. 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
anybody if we played with our hearts. The game finally started and we were all excited. Since Clinch was the away team they got to hit first. I was playing shortstop and I made a great diving play. They hit two fly balls to the outfield for two easy outs. It was our turn to hit and we ended up having 3 quick outs. Clinch put up 6 runs in the next inning and we put up 4. It was a battle in the 4th inning but Clinch still managed to get three runs home making it 9-4 while we also managed to get three in this made the score 9-7. The fifth inning finally came and as you know we were down 2 runs. Clinch did load the bases with one out but I turned a double play and got us out the inning. It was our last chance to get a win. When we went up to hit we got three people on base. It was my turn to hit. The first pitch came and I swung the bat. BING! The bat rang as loud as a sonic boom. I just sit back and watched the ball sail over the fence. I couldn’t believe it I hit a walk off home run! This was one of the greatest moments in my life. I will never even thinking about forgetting the day i hit my first home run.
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.
I love baseball. I love to play baseball and read baseball comics. I have read a lot of Japanese baseball comics, and almost all Japanese baseball comics’ heroes were fastball pitchers. This comic’s hero was a typical typed pitcher in Japanese baseball comics. He could throw the fastest fastball in his team, and became the ace pitcher of his team when he was a freshman.
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.
My senior year of baseball was quickly coming to an end. I knew the only games we had left were the playoff games. It was the first round of the state playoffs. We were the fourth seed, so we had to play a number one seed. I knew it was going to put our team to the test, but I knew we had a chance to beat them. We had a good last practice before game day, and I felt confident in my team and felt like we were ready for the game.
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.
I have been playing softball since the age of six. From the time I could walk, my dad had me out in our yard teaching me how to swing a bat and throw a ball. Growing up, softball is all I have known. Both of my parents played softball and baseball growing up and in college. They both have taught me everything they know about the sport. Softball has taught me more than the physical aspect of the game. In softball a player can strike out seven out of ten times and still be considered a good hitter. Everyone has rough days, but I have realized that I just need to come back the next day and work harder. My parents have showed me that working hard at it will help me succeed. Whenever I have a bad game, instead of getting down, I take it as motivation to try harder the next time.
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
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One of our best pitchers Masin are on the mound and we are up 6-5 top of the ninth two outs two strikes bases loaded. We could get an out or lose trying. Coaches, parents and players from each team are on their feet as this one pitch determines if we hit one more time. The ball is pitched and it was the most satisfying thing to hear, “Strike three, batter out!” and, “Ball game!”
Swoosh, i remember sliding into home plate. It was such a rush, the whole team cheered. I had done it I made my first home run. It all started when my mom asked if i wanted to start softball. YES, mom i’ve wanted this for years, i can still remember my first helmet and bat.
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