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
inning, we saw lightning in the distance. While I was catching, my coaches chatted with the umpire and the opposing teams’ coaches. They declared that if they spotted lightning any closer to us they would call the game, but what would come next doesn’t involve lightning. Suddenly, we were pelted. I looked down at my outstretched arm and saw firetruck red dots appearing as fast as I felt them. Hail(intentional). I looked back at my teammates and saw them sprinting into the dugout to attempt to avoid the hail. I jumped up and rushed into the dugout to grab my bag. One of my coaches yelled at me over the gusty wind to take off the heavy catching gear. I was going to oppose but I didn’t want to be in the hail any more than necessary. When I was finished taking off the smelly catching gear, I grabbed my bag and helmet. Sprinting to find my grandma, I struggled with my overflowing duffel bag. As I arrived to the parking lot, I tried to spot my grandma, who brought me to my game. I couldn’t find her, but I found her car. She wasn’t there though. I kept circling the lot hoping to see her. The coach from the opposing team offered for me to sit in their vehicle while I was waiting for her. Their vehicle was right next to my grandma’s car so I accepted. A few moments later, my grandma was being helped by one of my coaches. The driver’s door handle fell off her car. When the handle was fixed, I scurried to her car and got inside. My right shoulder was spotted, like a leopard, with red, quarter-sized hail welts. It felt like my arm was swollen. The time I was suck in a hailstorm during a softball game changed me because I now have a better idea of a good coach, and it gives me a great story to tell.
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.
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.
on day in early june gablin was sitting in the dugout of the san jose sunbirds stadium remembering last season. It was the eighteenth inning of the second game of the Western Division play-offs against the Santa Ana Lionettes and Gamblins idol. Carol Spanks was at the plate Spanks lined the ball to the left of third base a shot lit so hard that it pulled the glove off Gamblins hand and rolled onto the artificial turf Gamblin scrambled for the ball spun around and threw her idol out at first base. It was she thought the best play she ever made.
baseball game my 3rd grade year . It was a beautiful day, a few clouds covering
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
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.
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
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 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
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.
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!”
A Day In My Life - Personal Narrative Today is just another school day. The days seem to merge but the