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.
Seventh game, bottom of the 10th and the Chicago Cubs were up 8-7 against the Cleveland Indians with 2 outs. One out, one pitch, one play and it could happen, for the first time in 108 years we could win. One home run and we would lose it all. My dad and I nervously glance at the bases, one hitter, and one player on first. Mike Montgomery throws the pitch.
The score was 2 to 1. The Rockies were winnig by a two-run home run in the 3rd inning and the Dodgers were up because a solo home run by Justin Turner in the 5th inning. I was so frustrated that the Dodgers were losing by one . Like always my Dad found a way to cheer me up and he said, “Dont worry son were gona win like always “. Those words always cheer me up when were lossing and it seems to work according to our last few games they won.
This event has inspired me to become a better pitcher, not just for myself but for my team! With the help and inspiration of many other coaches and camps, I have become the pitcher that I am
“Unfortunately, Jack, there will not be many opportunities for you this year.” Seconds after being told I had made the varsity baseball team, I did not expect my coach to so bluntly tell me I would be spending more time watching the game than playing it. Our state ranked team had a pitching staff full of Division 1 commitments and future MLB draft picks, and I was being told I did not measure up. The bench became my best friend.
Did your parent(s) make you ever do a sport you seemed like you had no interest in doing at all? Well that happened to me. I never planned on playing softball until I was 9 and my dad signed me up for softball. Before softball I did cheer which I was really loved cheer and I didn’t like that my dad was making me give it up.
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.
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
I started my journey to the plate. I looked at my first base coach Timmy for reassurance. He must have sensed my nervousness because he smiled and gave me a reassuring nod. I turned my gaze back to the batter's box and jogged the rest of the way. After what seemed like an eternity i finally reached
It’s 5-4., bases loaded, 2 strikes and 2 outs!”. I knew that I needed a good hit on this pitch. If I didn't hit this ball, my team would lose our last game. As I watch the ball fly out of the pitcher's hand, I was instantly mesmerized. Before I even thought to swing the bat, the ball was already past home plate.
Have you ever enjoyed a sport so much you do it every day? I am a baseball player who has played for eleven years of my life. I have been playing baseball for so long, that now it is an everyday sport. Many decent teams have given me opportunities to play for them. As a result, I have had many different coaches.
Throughout the years of playing softball, my commitment grew not only on the field with my teammates, but also independently to make me become a better player
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
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.
