I’ve learned many things about softball, but one that has stuck out to me and that also applies to life is that it can be fun. 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!
Generally, if the pitcher is not effective he will give up more hits and throw more pitches. 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.
But what I did not realize was all of the things I was going to give up. As a team we have six days straight of softball a week and someday it will be practice which are at least three hours. 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.
We stayed aggressive the whole game bumping cutters making sure they got no easy buckets, and we ended up winning 52-15. 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.
My first year cheering I had no idea of what I was doing, so me and my coach and my friends had to practice on a daily rout. 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.
It started first as not being able to get a hit, then progressed to striking out in almost every at bat. 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.
Those two hours with the other girls make softball so much more enjoyable because they love the game as much as I do and it is truly amazing how sports brings people together. 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 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 and it costed us 10 yards, it was not a good start for but I shook it off and still believing my goal. The offense went onto the field and the next thing you know it was already fourth and