Eliza's Memoir: A Short Story

In Green bay, Wisconsin, at a softball facility, on January 23rd, Seriena Dunaway was playing in a softball league. Dunaway was playing against Elite, her team 's biggest rival. The air was cool and the playing turf was rough and hard to run or slide on. The people in the crowd could see the tension. The music was loud and seemed out of place.

The third base coach was furious he was in the umpire’s face saying that he just wanted the game to end so he call the kid out. The play itself wasn’t the really cool part, it was that our team had pulled together and beat the team that had knocked us out of the tournament before in extra innings on a lucky hit. None of us knew it yet, but this was going to be a great year. We were almost like

I stared in awe as I saw the glistening field. The sun was shining bright and there was a fresh breeze that filled me with all the hope a six year old could have. It was a perfect day, the kind of day that would have made Picasso paint. In my situation, this day gave me confidence, I wanted to learn more about this rollercoaster ride of emotion by the name of baseball. The sign up, the practice, the boys, the fail.

Two years ago I played for the Carolina Reds. After a while we all determined we wanted a ring. During our first year we battled so hard to win a ring tournament. However we came up short every time.

It only took about a 45 minute drive. Once we got to the field, I opened up the car door, and took a huge deep breath saying to myself, what another great day. I got out of the car and could start to smell hot dogs and humidity. We got into our dugout and started to get ready by putting our cleats and stuff on.

At the end of the 2013 softball season, Kelsey Bradford found herself facing a possible state champion title along with a possible surgery. It was a night filled with nervous energy, happiness, and pain. “I will never forget the feeling that I had when I stepped up to the plate as the first batter of the game. I was so nervous but so excited at the same time,” Kelsey recalled. “At the first bat of the game, I made an in the park home run.

As the baseball diamond started to fade in and out of my blurry vision, I realized something was wrong when I was still sitting on the bench. I was on varsity baseball, my grade point average was rising, and I was surrounded by positive people all around me who gave off a positive vibe. Of course, all good times must come to an end right? Well my good times came to end quickly.

Realizing that the ball went under the fence, I called timeout after the play and met with my partner who agreed with my view. I moved two runners back on the bases, taking away two runs from the hitting team. The team’s fans

Narrative essay Life throws many challenges at you, but you need to know when to tackle them and when not to. A challenge is something that Is a struggle for you and needs more attention than a problem. Now I know this from experience from the time that my baseball team was in the league finals and disaster struck out. The day was June 13, 2015. This day is a day that will always teach me something new and life mending every time that I bring it up.

Price was tired of no one claiming the sweater that had sat in her room for a long time. She says, "'Whose is this?'... 'Whose? It's been sitting in the coatroom for a month.' "

The umpires soon arrive and our three coaches call us over, to say “We did not try this hard and make it this far to lose, so let's go get that win boys!” my team replied with “Let’s go

The game is in Miami, Florida. I live two hours away from the stadium. I had to be there at 4:30 p.m. I left at 2:30 p.m. and arrived there at 4:15 p.m. I went to the locker room and saw most of my team there. I got ready for the game and we were wearing our throwback uniforms.

The young girl retrieved it after seeing it laying in the middle of the hall. She held it as if it was almost weightless. The cumbersome load Glauce struggled so intensively just to move an inch weighed no

My Experiences in Softball Crack! That was the sound echoing off my bat. Down the baseline I went running, turning first base looking to see where the ball was. Sliding into second base, I was safe. I stood up and heard the roar of the crowd.

“That’s done,” said Amelia Bedelia. “Now what should I do until it is time to go?” Then she saw the cookie jar. “It’s empty!” she said “Well, I will soon fix that.”