Personal Narrative: A Day In The Softball Field

The Generous Game of Baseball “The difference between winning and losing is most often not quitting.” - Walt Disney People say everyone 's a winner. I really didn’t believe that when I was little. So when I was still playing tee-ball (baseball that little kids play with a tee) and I was in the championship game, I was going for blood. It was late 2008 and I was playing for the GBSF (Green Baseball Softball Federation) team named “The Aeros.”

The Baseball Injury One day, Bobby went to his baseball game in Miami, Florida. His game was at 7:00 p.m. and he lives 2 hours away from Miami. He had to be there at 4:30 p.m. Bobby left at 2:00 p.m. and arrived there at 4:15 p.m. Bobby went to the locker room and got ready for the game with his teammates.

After that, all the parents said “great job rebels.” This is one of my best experiences in baseball I have had. I got to spend time with my family and also my friends. We had a lot of fun while doing what we love. On the way back we got a text from our coach and he said,”that there will be a party at his house.”

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.

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.

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.

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

With the herbaceous smell of freshly cut grass and the salty taste of sunflower seeds, a baseball field strikes me as a place where I feel perfectly content. The wonderful home of the sport I have loved as long as I can remember brings a sense of calmness. Baseball fields remind me of great memories, give me a strong sense of confidence, and cause me to strive for a greater future.

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.”

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.

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.

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

I was rounding the base, running to third I could hear my mom and mina (grandma) yelling “run maddison, run”. In that moment I knew my love for softball would take off. I was about 4 or 5 years old, on a T-ball team named after the major league baseball team the Red Sox. I had games every Saturday that my mom, sister (Cassidy) and Mina would some to while my dad worked most of the time. I continued to play T-ball throughout the years than eventually moved to the level of softball. I learned to absolutely love the sport and learned how to play well with others and work as a team and in a quick moving and fast pace environment.

The second I was on the field I knew my team had the game won. All I could see around me was a group of men ready for war. I couldn’t be more ready for my last home opener so after I did what I do when the unexplainable happens, accept it. I ran to the 45 to the 35 to the 20, hoping to find the kick returner. 8 months waiting for this moment all the sweat, pain, 100 degree sun beaming UV rays to my face.

It was a playoff game for football who ever wins gets to go to the championship game. We where down by a touchdown and everybody was giving up to where I was about to give up. But I remembered what my dad had always told me" failing while trying is better than failing because you gave up." So it inspired me to, then I also had to inspire my team that we was going to win. And it worked, the next play we scored tie game.