Eliza’s Memoir I play softball. It was All-Stars, and we were in first place at the moment. We had won three games, to London, Circleville, and another team whose name I can’t remember. It was the second to the last game, and our team was watching from some nice shade in the outfield (By the way, it was in the 90’s while we were there. It felt like a sauna!) Everybody was all sprawled out on the shady grass. You could smell sweat and sunblock in the air. We ate Flyers pizza, and candy (probably not a smart choice), and made sure to drink a whole lot of water. Both of the teams we had already beaten multiple times, so I didn 't see the sense of playing them again, but we had to anyways. We listened to the crickets chirping in the pond behind the field, and heard the crack of the bats slamming against the softballs being pitched. The London team ended up winning by one point, which was surprising because they had been …show more content…
We will, hopefully. I thought in my head. Our team piled into the dugout, and once the game had started, London got ahead by one point, and even though I didn’t like that they we winning, I still said “nice hit” or “good job” to the runners passing first base(where I play). The first inning passed, and we were up to bat again, I was sitting in the dugout beside April Wagner when we both spotted a dime, a silver moon on the floor. “Should I pick it up? It could be good luck!” April said.
I thought about it. “But it could also be bad luck,” I argued. So we decided not to pick it up. After the game continued for a few more innings, I was tired and sweaty, and my leather softball glove was not helping.Halfway into the fourth inning, I looked back at the dime on the floor.
“I think you can pick it up now,” I mumbled to April.
“Yeah,” she smiled. She bent down and picked it up, then shoved it in her back
We decided to go to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Soon after we ate, we had to return to the convention center for the results. My team and I waited on stage for our division to be called. Right before the announcer said the results, we all held hands in anticipation and excitement. We just knew we were going to win.
Dunaway had drove the ball over the shortstop 's head and had rounded second, it had been a close play, so she slid into third. The umpire, strong and confident, stood up and called her out. Tears rushed down the young girl 's face, as the coach, coach Dalfino, yelled at her saying, “This is no circumstance to cry.” The athlete had walked off of the field, limping in pain. Seriena’s team had two games that day so, once the second
Additionally, in order for Eliza to demonstrate that there was a causal connection between her complaint and her transfer, she must establish that her supervisor had actual knowledge of her complaints before they there retaliatory decision. Luckie, 389 F.3d 715. In this case, after Eliza filed a complaint with the EEO’s Office, she was confronted in the break room by Lieutenant Morgan. (C.26)
The first pitch crack of the ball off the bat a triple. The next 3 kids hit doubles. The first Batter was up to the plate. He had hit the ball right to our third basemen,but he fielded it too quick and bobbled it. The batter had made it to first base.
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.
Carter said to me on the way back into the dugout, “I’m as nervous as a fireman on his first call.” I said, “Don’t be. We are going to win, then advance, and the win state.” The game finally started. We were the home team, so we started in the field first.
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.
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
My team began to rally back it was bases loaded and I was up with one out. The other team had changed pitchers to try to get them out of this crucial situation. I stepped up to the plate and took a strike the count 0-1, the next pitch came it looked like a small white snowball, and I swung my bat and managed to hit the ball. I began to start praying that I hadn't lost the game by hitting it to one of the fielders that would make the out. The ball kept going and going until it had finally went over the fence to be a grand slam.
“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.”
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
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.