+ How Softball Helped Me I started playing softball when I was in eighth grade in an outside league team in Arvin made, I always found baseball interesting and wanted to play, but my parents would not let me because it was a boys sport, and I would cry a river every time they said no because I really wanted to play .When I heard there were going to have softball conditioning and tryouts and a new team named Arvin which was, where I lived. I was so happy and wanted to join right away I told my parents and they agreed to let me try out it was like a dream come and the best day of my life and I told my parents I was going to try so hard to make the team. Softball means everything to me I love everything about it, it’s my stress reliever and my anger management. When I feel …show more content…
When I first joined softball I remember it being such a beautiful day it was really fresh out in the softball field, the sky was light blue with birds flying high above, and the softball field’s grass was dark green and looked great for a picnic. I felt all alone in the big diamond field, my head had second thoughts as I seen all those other girls who were also going out for softball talking to their friends as they were waiting for the coaches to get to the softball field. Since I knew no one and was the youngest one out there going out for softball, I said to myself, I should not come back tomorrow, even though deep inside I knew I wanted to join. I had that second thought mostly because I was lonely and I didn't know anyone. I didn’t give up, I went out to tryouts everyday until the teams were made. The second day of practice as an official team I arrived at practices one hour early, and so did one of my teammates. One of my teammates said, “Hey you’re on my
My softball teams include the Conemaugh Valley High School and the Keystone Stinger teams. On my high school team, I am the starting pitcher and we were very successful this year. We had an undefeated regular season, won our conference
Having a dad that is a softball coach, has also motivated me to work my hardest, and do my best. I was only in third grade, when I decided to become a softball pitcher. I worked every day, doing the best that I could. Sometimes I was right in the strike zone, other times it was “miles” over the catcher's head. For a small 9 year old girl I guess I was pretty good.
After playing softball for eleven years, I injured my back during my junior year high school season. It was my first season officially on the varsity team, therefore my devastated me. Although I was greatly saddened by this, I still stuck with the team. I went to every practice, game, tournament, and team dinner. I kept score at every game and helped my coaches with anything they needed.
During my senior year of high school, part of my management role was to run drills with the varsity team as well as the younger teams. I loved being able to help the players better themselves, motivate them when they were down, and cheer them on when they succeeded. Softball also influenced me in wanting to one day have my own team to coach, and even encourage my own future children to play the sport. So, they too can have dreams to chase, and one day have a “voice [that] will never cease to narrate/ The bittersweet scenarios of heroism”
When i was in elementary and middle school I was a part of a recreational softball team, not because I wanted to play softball but because my mom, who throughout high school and college was a softball star, wanted me to play. I was never good at softball despite my mother's and my own best efforts, I would go to every practice, spend obscene amounts of time at grimy batting cages, and practice throwing and catching balls in my backyard. With all of this practice you would think that I would have gotten at least a little better at softball, but whenever it was time for a game I could not throw, catch or hit the ball, and I spent as much time as possible on the bench. It turns out being unimaginably bad at something despite your best efforts is incredibly emotionally draining. My parents did not understand how someone who went to all the practices and always put in the extra effort could still be so terrible at
Softball. My favorite sport. It’s not a contact sport so, the chances of me injuring another player are slim to none. Or so i thought….. I was in Traverse City last year with my team for a softball tournament.
For most of my childhood, the sport of baseball was the one activity I loved above anything else. Nothing could compare to the exhilarating freedom and satisfaction of bolting full speed around the bases, determined to steal 2nd, beating the "Throwdown" by a fraction of a second. The massive dust cloud kicked up by my cleats and the thunderous boom of the umpire shouting, "Safe!" made me feel empowered. It was in moments like those, when I was in control of my own fate, choosing whether to stay or to run, whether to play it safe or to risk failure, that I learned one of the most important lessons of my life.
At first you might not think you’re good but you can get better. That was my reasoning on why you should play softball. Along with some facts about the sport. A lot of girls play the sport and I hope that you will too.
I found softball and want to play it for as long as I can. "I don’t want to be just a face. I want to go out there and prove something on the field." ~Jennie
During my freshman year of high school, I decided I wanted to play a sport. I had been doing different activities, from dance to soccer to gymnastics, since I was in Kindergarten, but now I wanted to try something new. As spring tryouts came around, I thought softball sounded like a good choice. I thought about trying out for the school that year, but I had never played before and did not know much about the sport, so I chose to play for a county league instead. After playing softball for a year, I decided I wanted to try out for my high school team.
Sports are all good for your mind, especially ones that involve lots of running. Softball doesn’t involve as much running as say football or soccer, but it does involve sprinting from base to base and when in outfield. Running in any form is good for you, so that’s a pro for me playing. Sports have both mental and physical benefits for the person playing. The
I had just knocked in two RBI (run batted in). From the chalked-up dirt to the fresh cut grass, a softball field is always a place I love to be. No matter where I am in life I can always rely on softball to make me feel better. I started this physical activity in 5th grade. I found out that I love the sport and was exceptional at it.
I play softball because of the love I have for the game, and because of the feeling that takes my breath away every time I step onto the field. The softball field at Glendale Community College is now my new home for the next two years. Hearing your name being called and lining up alongside the first base line with your teammates before the game makes you feel worthy and excited to play such an amazing sport. As we gather in a tight circle just before we rush to our positions,
For the last eight years, softball has shaped my life and taught me many things about leadership, sportsmanship, and how to work as a team. Softball has always made me happy, it’s not just the sport that makes me happy, but it’s the place that I get to go and the people that I get to play it with. Every time I’m on the field or in the cages I feel the most content. The softball field and cages are my sanctuary.
My parents are huge baseball fans, so they decided to sign me up for a little league tee ball program in hopes that I would one day play softball in highschool or college. This is comical looking back on it, because knowing me now, softball is one of the last things I can see myself doing. I was very shy growing up however I do vaguely remember making a few friends while in little league, so the social aspect wasn’t an issue. These tee ball practices last for about month until I dramatically decided that tee ball, or any outdoor sport for that matter, simply wasn’t for me. I would not suggest throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the outfield and running to the bleachers because you can’t take the heat.