However, sometimes things happen and people have got to just keep pushing through it. My third year of softball my team was very proficient, strong, and confident. When it came time to go to our first tournament, we were unquestionably excited. We knew we were going to do excellent because our team was undefeated, and with our confidence, we could do anything we wanted.
I played well my 8th grade year and wanted to impress the varsity coach. So I attended every camp, workout, and winter practice to hopefully even get his attention. Even if I didn’t perform well I made sure I would always hustle and have a great attitude towards the game. The first day of practice I went and warmed up with the JV squad. In the middle of stretching the varsity coach shouted at me, “Green!
As a result, he will begin to fatigue and lose focus. The lack of focus will lead to the pitcher throwing more balls than usual and not having the confidence to correct it. Confidence plays a huge role in pitching. Most people get confidence and cockiness confused. Confidence is when a person believes they will accomplish their goal.
Also the days we do not have practice we have two games a day. As players we are always very tired from the long days and many of us think that if we had less time at softball, we would work harder while we were there. Although, I do understand the coaches logic for having us play that much because the more practice we get the better we will be when it comes game time. When the beginning of the season started my parents were going
We ended up playing in the championship game on Sunday. We played the Rising Stars. They were all just as talented as us so it all came down to whoever plays the hardest. We had a different starting lineup this game. Jack replaced Drew.
Each time we would practice in the building on mats. The reason we practiced on mats was because you could get hurt if you did not. Every day we hit the mats! Most of my first year all we did was practice. I loved my first year cheering!
As days turned into weeks I tried harder and harder not to fail, only resulting in more failure and this seemingly never ending cycle of failure on the field eventually started affecting my life off the field.
People think sports are just sports, but in reality to athletes it’s an escape from life, it’s our second family, and most important we feel like we belong there. Sports make you feel like your apart of something bigger than a team. Softball has been my second family and I have made so many amazing friendships that might last for the rest of life and even if they don’t, I will never forget all my friends or the memories that I have playing ball with
On the next game, my coach put his trust in me one more time by starting me in the line up. I gave my all and tried my hardest on the field. I ran everywhere like a gazelle, put in so much effort, and tried to help my teammates as much as I could. Even though i still made some mistakes on the game, my coach yelled at me, not because he hates me but he just wanted to motivated me to do better. I did great on that game, sadly I couldn’t get a goal for myself, but my teammates and coach kind words made me happy.
I had come up against something that I wasn’t good at, and it angered me. Everyday after practice for the next week or two was no different. I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t getting better and what the point of all this suffering was. One night after an especially hard workout I had a talk with my dad, who was an exceptional baseball player in his day. I asked him what I need to do to get better.
The players on the opponent 's team were huge they looked like monsters about to crush us. After the coaches were done doing the roster check we shook hands with the other team and headed onto the field. The coaches got the teams hype and everyone got set for kickoff I am there (corner and kick returner). The team kicked the ball off and oh no I dropped the open kick off
Leading off of first base, heart racing, twiddling my fingers and off I go. Long quick strides getting closer to my 23rd stolen base. But suddenly, tumbling down I go halfway to second base. Screaming from the gruesome pain on my knee, off the field to the disabled list I went. A “torn meniscus “were the words that led me to put me belief into practice once again in my life.