It was a inning ending double play. I was starting to feel that we could do this and that we could actually win this game. But we knew it would be difficult without any of our good pitchers being available to pitch. It was the final inning of the game we had our best pitcher on the team out to throw the last inning. We all thought this was going to be an easy win from hear.
I flew out of bed and put on my uniform. We were at the field around 8 a.m. the reason why we had to be there so early was because I had 3 games! We won both the first and second game. I didn’t get out once. It was time for the third game. I was pretty scared because they were pretty big and scary. They also had a winning streak. The 1 to 3 innings were pretty intense. But when it came to the 4th inning and that’s where things got very intense. The score was 8-9 we were losing by 1. And I was up to bat. Two outs, one person on base, and the last inning. I stepped into the batter's box, she winned up for her pitch and throw ball. I step out of the batter's box and look over to my 3rd base line coach. As I did so, out the corner of my eye I saw a familiar face in the crowd. It was my….
Crack! The ball flew off the bat and went as high as a bird in the sky. Aaron is a young 11 year old boy who loves playing baseball whenever he can. Every Time that he would step up to the plate he was always swing for the fence and dreamed about hitting the ball over and seeing all the fans cheer as he rounded the bases. All of times Aaron had played he never had home run but was always close sometimes hitting the wall just short of the ball going over it: but today that was about to change. was thursday at 6 o 'clock and was Aaron 's very last home game of the year and now was his last chance if he wanted to hear the roar of the crowd as he rounded the bases. Aaron arrived to the ball park smelling the crisp tender smell of the hot dogs being cooked
the amusement park and road rides. Then later we went to dinner with all the girls on the cheer
When we got off the bus my whole team was in shock. This school was huge. It looked like it should’ve been a college. We couldn’t believe what we saw. Also the field was even better. It looked like they just got a new field. The turf was new and the benches had a roof over them. I was glad about that because it was pouring rain. Also it was freezing, it felt like it was like 30 degrees. It was so cold. I was glad that they had the roof over the benches so that while we were on the bench not playing we
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. The score was set 3-5 top third of the 4th inning, our 3 hole up to bat and the count being 3-1 next pitch determined if he was on base or in a full count jam. The next pitch was a ball, meaning he was walked and then took his base and this loaded the bases for me to step to the plate and bat, this was the nerve racking part of sports when your team needs you and you can or cannot deliver on the gift. I had one pitch and the ball was flying further and further until it hit the ground right at the foot of the fence and I was running and the ball was being relayed back into first and then to third where I was running to. The ball meets my leg a second after my foot hit the bag so I was safe, but I look up at the ump and he expresses his call in out, meaning the third run does not count
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. It was the fifth inning of our morning game, we were down by a few runs and I was on deck. “There is one out,” I thought to myself “I have to get on base.”
At three years old, I fell in love, and it's a love affair that has continued to this day. All I remember is wanting to hit with my dad every second of every day. Now if you go ask him, he will probably take credit for how good I've become as a player. But that's another story on its own. Baseball has had my heart ever since my little hands were big enough to pick up a bat. Recently, I experienced the most important moment in my baseball career to date on one sunny weekend at a baseball field in Cartersville, just northwest of Atlanta.
MORGANTOWN, W.Va.--The West Virginia University baseball team split a doubleheader with Jacksonville on Saturday afternoon at Monongalia County Ballpark.
Confidence and friendship are very important to a lot of people. Confidence is needed to excel in sports. In baseball, when someone is up to bat you usually hear their coach saying something about confidence and that they can hit the ball. My life revolves around sports, so confidence is very important to me. If I do not have confidence I am not going to get any better, or be any good at all. I am always trying to improve my confidence and skills by going to camps. In 2012, I went to a baseball camp at Saint Mary’s University of Minnesota with Cole Nisbit. That camp changed my life forever because it gave me confidence and I became best friends with Cole.
It was the change of an inning. I went into the dugout, got my drink of my water and rested my arm for the next inning of pitching. First batter was up for our team, he got a hit. The second batter, strikes out. Then next thing I know is there is two people in front of me before I am up to bat. So I get in my bag to get my batting gloves, helmet, and everything else I needed to go hit. I stand towards the front of the dugout till it is my turn to take some practice swings in the on-deck circle. The batter that was up got walked and now it was my time to do my pre-hit routine in the batters box. I took three swings, then stretch, then talked to people in the crowd to not sike myself out before
It had seemed to take forever for him to make the call. He had finally said “You’re out!” The Panther parents went crazy they were cheering and whistling. My team had rushed from everywhere to home plate. They were complimenting Dane,Tanner, and I on the sweet play. 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
Blinded by the sunlight I still tried to withstand its power and held my glove out to catch the incoming pop fly. Before I knew it, the ball was directly in front of my face and hit me on top of my forehead. I cried, nevertheless I was still determined to stay in my third base spot that I earned. That was strike one. My first at bat was my best at bat. It was not an impressive hit and the only reason why it was not caught is because the outfielder was in her own world. In my next three at bat 's the pitcher hit me every single time leaving me without a chance to redeem myself.I still got on base but I consider this strike Two. At the end of the game my team decided to go to Steak and Shake. Strike three happened as soon as I got out of the car
As we approached the red and black car, I got into the car and noticed how roomy the car was. I was very exuberated to go to Minnesota. I packed 3 very stuffy bags.One of my bags was filled with clothes. The second one was filled with all my basketball stuff. The final bags were filled with extras ( toothbrush, toothpaste, food, etc.).The car was very empty on the way there.My dad was driving. My mom was in the passenger seat and I was in the back with my sister.
Air ball— again. My form was lost, coordination gone, and so was my patience. I’ve stopped playing basketball for 3 months mainly because of school work and things going on in my life. I was determined to get my skills back no matter how long it’ll take. I started a game of basketball with other people inside the gyms court. As soon as I got the ball, I started to race down the court pounding the ball as I was dribbling. I squared up facing the hoop getting ready to take my shot. I raised my arm up, releasing the ball with my fingertip with poor form and arc. The ball went flying towards the hoop very fast. The sound of the net went swoosh but, sadly it was an air ball. Unfortunately, I lost the basketball game for us; the people on the