Athlete From before I can even remember, I was always sitting there in the stands and bleachers watching my sister’s games. Whether it was basketball or softball, I was always watching, and I was always confused. I never knew what a tip-off or a point guard was. I didn’t understand grand slams or lead offs. I just sat and watched. But eventually, it was my sister’s turn to watch me; my turn to be the center of attention. It started with being shy and afraid. Too afraid to play tee ball, then too shy to speak out during coach pitch. However, my coach saw how much potential I had and never gave up on me. Overwhelmed with encouragement and pride, I practiced harder than ever and was the star of the team. I got taller and joined a better fastpitch team, and then I got even stronger and more confident and played travel fastpitch. As I traveled around Tennessee gaining knowledge and skills, I found out that sports is who I am. There is no changing that I’m an athlete. …show more content…
During the first week of my freshman year, it was announced that softball conditioning would start after Thanksgiving break. We worked so hard and had a successful first season together; although, something didn’t feel right. As travel softball started that summer, I realized that I had lost my passion for the sport that had been my whole life. Devastatingly I told my mom and she encouraged me to do what I thought was right and pursue a new hobby. That’s when I met Annalise and
The softball team has gave me unforgettable friendships, the ability to play with such inspiring athletes, and has given me skills that I can carry on due to coach Sal. The first year I had started on West High’s softball team was sophomore year. I remember going to the try outs, feeling awkward, due to me not being close to any of the girls since we were twelve and eleven. All the girls that were my age, the ones I was friends with when I was younger, were all on varsity. Since it was my first year back as a Falcon, Sal placed me on JV.
I waited by the dance room door for what felt like hours, waiting to see if I made the varsity cheer team. The feeling of both nervousness and excitement overcame me as the coach walked over to the door to post the numbers of the few who made it. The past nine years of my life I played softball year round when I decided to trade in my bat and helmet for a set of pom-poms and a bow. Making the switch from softball to cheer was a big change, I had neither the skill nor physical capability to do what the sport of cheer incorporated.
I watched my weight slowly, but surely, drop and my body matched the other athletes I played with. My height suddenly became my advantage, I was the tallest on my basketball team and was needed under the hoop to score. Plus, the bond with a team is like no other. I can easily say that joining sports was one of the best decisions of my
I owe to them not only my success in the sport, but also my confidence and determination. My first experience playing softball was by no means extraordinary. I did not make an amazing play, or hit a homerun to improve my team’s confidence in my capabilities. The memory still rests in my mind as a reminder of my own confidence and the beginning of the construction of my own positive self image. I will forever be grateful to my friends for leading me into a sport which continues to encourage me to display my best abilities, and achieve more than I ever imagined
Throughout the years of playing softball, my commitment grew not only on the field with my teammates, but also independently to make me become a better player
Perfection is unattainable, but every team strives for it. My Junior year, so far, has been a perfect season for color guard. By no means are my teammates and I perfect at our sport, however, we strive for something unattainable: perfection. The amount of work that we put into this sport is much higher than most sports teams put into their games.
Accepting a position to play with the top team in the next highest age group in my club was a great opportunity, although I was certain that it would present obstacles to overcome. Being the youngest player on a team with incredible athletes who display their talent on the court is an exceptional achievement. However, this accomplishment can comes with questions, hesitation, and stereotypes. Yes, I am only in eighth grade. Yes, I am small.
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.
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.
At the age of 5, I aspired to either become a professional athlete or an ESPN anchor. Ever since I could remember, I would kick a soccer ball around, dribble a basketball, or throw a baseball around with friends and family. I used to be the league champion and MVP of the team every season, but as time progressed, other competitors would rocket past in height and become the best players because of their size advantage. Although other young athletes became stronger and taller than me, it did not change the passion and commitment I had for sports.
From a young age I knew that there were people in the world that were different. My sister was born August 26th of 2002, bright eyed and ready to conquer the world. I did not truly notice anything was different about her, Crissa was simply just Crissa. She had her quirks, but I thought nothing of them. Down syndrome is not something that I would use when describing Crissa.
Eventually I worked my way up to a starting position on varsity, thanks to the support and teachings of the upperclassmen. Although I didn’t always have the lowest score, I took pride in being one of the most consistent competitors on our varsity golf team as a freshman. The following year, three of the seniors on the golf team graduated. After being one of the top performers on the golf team my freshman year, my coach thought I deserved the number one spot on the team. This spot allowed me to develop my leadership and communication.
“Let 's go Ari, you got this!” Coach Chop -- head coach of Florida Flash (baseball team) -- yelled as Ari -- full name is Ari Soles -- stared down the pitcher. “Ping,” the bat screamed as the ball went soaring into left-center field. Everyone in the crowd and the dugout -- team 's bench area and is located in foul territory between home plate and either first or third base -- screamed to congratulate Ari. Although Ari never believes in himself, so he ran towards first base with an “that was just luck” look on his face.
When the referee made a bad call for the Steelers it sparked my dad’s acrimonious temper. The alcohol that Cody drank enervated his skill to juggle four balls at a time. When I go to work I am a very fecund person because I keep myself busy and always get everything done that needs to be done.
That fall I joined the cross country team and lettered varsity. Later in the spring I joined my high school’s musical, and a year later I got the lead role. These were two things I ended up loving throughout my high school career that I never would’ve had the courage to try if I had stayed in my comfort zone of playing softball. I knew I had given up a major part of who I was, but what I didn’t know was all the other new experiences and people waiting behind that door. The injury itself was a brutal ending to a big part of what I thought made me who I was.