One night at baseball practice, competition elevated my level of play to where it needed to be. That night, for the most part had not been my night. I had been missing routine ground balls and throwing the ball off target constantly. It felt like I could do nothing right, until coach called for a fielding contest. Even though I had been struggling, now that every play mattered I hit my stride.
My grandfather is just as enthusiastic about softball as I am, he is my number one supporter and he is always sitting in the stands. He is the reason I became a competitive softball player. Without his influence I would have never started playing. My grandfather explained to me that I will come across people like this for the rest of my life and you must deal with it now and learn from it, rather than be blindsided in the future. He advise me to continue playing knowing that the season would end and stay on the team and fight through all of the adversity.
The first day of tryouts was almost over the coaches got all of us together and put us in to scrimmage teams. At first I was really nervous I didn 't want to mess up but we started to play and a started to do what I did best which is play my game after we played a was pretty convenient in my performance but we still had the whole
The first season of baseball that I played was a learning experience, but was exciting the entire way. I became one of the best players on my team, only to learn that I was in fact the last player selected to fill out the roster for little league. Undersized and young, I ascended through little league and was actually selected for the all-star team my final year, an anomaly for a player with my experience. I battled injuries following little league because I was forced to overcompensate for my lack of size to compete and keep up with the competition. Ironically, I watched the big players “become” smaller as I grew in size in my sophomore year of high school.
I always asked everyone about college and if they think it is better than High school. Many say that it is hard but, some people think it is better because it is on you. As of right now, I am truly enjoying the college life and working hard and making friends and trying to fit new things. However, this does not come easy for me and it took me a long time to get use to the difference between highs school and college. In high school, I played baseball and I have always been known in West Warwick so playing baseball as easy for me, but this year it changed because I started to play for the college baseball team and I became very busy.
Now knowing that we were in the middle of the season I made it my goal to get a hit left-handed by the end of this season. I knew this would take a good bit of time, but to fulfill my goal I had to learn it as quickly as possible. The day after, we were given the day off, but a teammate and I decided to have our own batting practice in the batting cage. I then switched over and attempted the left-handed side. I tried hitting the ball, and I struggled to put the barrel of the bat on the ball.
A few years ago, I met a stranger in a far away land named Leslie Squatpump. We first saw each other at a local paintballing park. He was always jealous of my skills, and every time we played against each other I always beat him. After one game he asked me if we wanted to be friends and if I ever wanted to hang out I could go to house. We hung out for a while and got to know each other.
I had a feeling that I was gonna pitch that day, so I had to get my mind right. When I got to the field I sat my bag and everything else in the same spot, grabbed my glove, stretched, and started warming up. At the time I was very superstitious and I had to do the same thing every single pregame. Right before the game started my coach talked to all of us and then I would give my pregame speech to hype of the team. Then I ran out to the field and began pitching.
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
I remember how I used to train as a kid : setting up flip flops as cones to do crossovers, shooting meant hitting the correct cracked spot on the wall and running ten laps of our front yard to strengthening myself. I remember how it brought me friends closer but at the same time, pushing them away. Basketball has taught me so many aspects of life that school wouldn’t teach. I learned how to be a competitor, how