They had been playing together for a long time and we were only together for 2 summers. In conclusion, we were at the disadvantage. The wind picked up and the sun had been beating down on us all day. The game started, it started well, however it quickly, do out of reach. Like 0-5, 2-7, 5-11, and it got worse and worse.
We were five games into the season and we hadn 't won yet and I just went into a slump in hitting. All players do this in one point in their career but at the time, the reason my team was losing was because we just couldn 't find a way to score runs. This really brought out shock and many confused teammates of mine because I was the one to lead them and provide offense and for these first five games I was not. So after that fifth game we had a span of three days off where there was no practices or games, just a time of rest for the team. These were the most important
Then when the ball was about to be released from the pitcher 's hand. The lighting sirens started to “Scream”. Our game was delayed for two hours. After waiting for what seemed a lifetime, it was dark, and had to switch fields because the one we were at had no field lights. It was already 9:30 at night, and everyone was exhausted from just sitting around.
I felt confident in my tumbling, however I had never stunted before and I couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. I am very short, so the only position available for me on the team was to be a flyer. This terrified me and as the summer went on, the majority of the upperclassmen whom I had become friends with ended up quitting. It eventually got to the point where I dreaded going to practice and didn’t want cheer to distract me from my school work. I ended up resigning from cheer right before school started and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
“Rodriguez, get off the field!”, these words stabbed through my heart like a dull knife through leather. Since the first practice I attended Softball has always been my life. I look back at my twelve years of experience there was one say that specifically stands out. Not even the the days where I hit my first home run or made my first diving play stand out. For many many years I was always seen as the player the team called on to pull the team out of a rut.
For a young baseball player one of the highest goals to achieve is hitting a homerun -for me that was all I wanted. I already achieved most of what I wanted in baseball, and one of my proudest was a no-hitter, but it was no home run. When I first realized how bad I wanted this feat was one night after a practice where all we did was just hit. The majority of my teammates hit at least one homerun that practice, but me I hit the fence but never was able to send one over. The car ride home after the practice was horrible, I was a mess.
After about a year my pitching dreams came true and pitched a couple of innings in a game. After that happened I realized that I didn’t want to just play third base and pitcher in order to play more in games. My coach had asked me if I wanted to learn how to be a catcher because my team only had one and she wasn’t going to be able to play next year due to her age. I agreed to try it and I instantly liked it because I felt in charge and in control of the ball. I finished playing summer softball as the main catcher for every
It read "Special Olympics Soccer: 3rd place". I thought about the tournament I just arrived from. We lost all five games, we didn't score once, but more importantly, we didn't care. Smiling, I relived the time where I told my team we won second place. I wasn't going to erase their gigantic grins by telling them there are only two teams; I let them exchange hugs and high-fives among each other before doing the same with me.
It was game day today. My teammates and I had a game against our rivalry high school Alta and we were pumped because we have beaten them every year since 2014. This year felt like we would keep that streak up and in motion. They had 6 really tall players while we only had 2. It made us all nervous for a while until we seemed to get over it.
I hear for thirty-five straight minutes straight heavy breathing and I see sweat from both teams since the match is equal. I hear my coach giving us instructions on what to do. As second half starts I can hear the parents cheering for us. I can hear myself panting and could smell the smell of sweat. As see that there is only ten minutes left for the game to finish I can see everyone’s face and see exhausting in them.
This is it all the team has to do is get three outs on the dayton team without them scoring and the game is over. The game has lasted a total of 2 hours at this point and it is 103 degrees. Both teams are tired but neither are giving up. Ethan takes the mound for the last time in his all star career. Only five pitches will be throw this inning but that will be enough.
Surprisingly, I got the call to start on Opening Day in Chicago and pitched fairly well, getting pulled in the middle innings of a 1 to 1 game. We went on to lose 2 to 1 in the ninth, but I didn 't get a decision. This would be typical of the way Rigney used me for much of the season. He would often take me out of close, low-scoring games, even if I were pitching effectively and showed no signs of tiring. In one particular situation, while holding a commanding six or seven run lead, I was suspiciously pulled from the game after the fourth inning.
Chicago played the final game against Cleveland it was the 10th inning and the cubs need 3 more outs to win. Cleveland hits the ball the cubs catch the ball throw it to second base then first. The Chicago cubs beats the Cleveland indians 8-7, it has been 108 years since they won in 1908. In Chicago at Wrigley Field everybody went crazy they all were jumping, screaming, and crying that day because Chicago made history. The people in chicago had a parade on that friday to celebrate the champions on 2016 world series.
It was an early Saturday morning in October, when the Panther girls softball team were playing for a third straight win. The two games before that flew by easily, we won both and were playing to be seeded first in the tournaments the next day. The crowd was full of excitement, parents yelling, and the coach yelling at the umpires, because of bad calls. We were nervous because it was a really good team that had 3 of the best players in the state. We had played them in two previous tournaments, and lost on the second day, so this time we were determined to beat them.
Chicago hasn’t won a World Series since 1908. But that has all changed in 2016. They broke the curse. The cubs finished the season 103-58. The best record in the MLB.