For many many years I was always seen as the player the team called on to pull the team out of a rut. To make things a bit more complicated my high school coach had been my coach my entire softball career. He knew how I thought, how i played, and really molded me into the player I am today. I soon graduated from my little league summer softball to the competitive nature of highschool ball. As a freshman I knew I was going to be overlooked.
You play catcher, third base, and really want to be a pitcher too. Then one day in the middle of the season at practice your right knee starts to feel funny. Next thing you know you’re running to catch a pop fly and your knee gives out. You tell the coach and worry about being able to play anymore while icing your knee. Well, all of this and much more happened to me in my middle and high school softball career.
But in my case, in this event failure came though the struggle of confidence of who I was and who I knew I was deep down. This incident dates back to last June, where I start my second season of baseball. My first season is high school baseball, then second season is the travel team i 'm on. See I had a great season with my high school team, we made it to the championship by my hit in the semi final game, that won the game and sent our school to the championship. We ended up losing it in a best of three games but overall that season left a good feeling
“softball is important in my life because i played ever since i was in Rag ball and t-ball “. “ sports do not build character they reveal it “. Once i was a little girl my sister played softball and i thought what the heck i should try it. Once I tried out softball after my first game I was hooked and i had to play until my softball career was over and started playing travel ball and play in college. “ ever since my sister played softball i wanted to because i wanted to be her and be as good as her and i did become just like her “.
It’s difficult to pinpoint a specific moment in one’s life in which your life is transformed. We often realize that this moment is so signingagent when looking back on personal experiences and don’t realize it at the time. For me, this moment occurred when I realized that I had taken what I love most for granted. It all started back in 2004 when my family suggested that I get into a sport at a young age. My parents are huge baseball fans, so they decided to sign me up for a little league tee ball program in hopes that I would one day play softball in highschool or college.
Jennie Finch was an amazing softball player. From starting at the very young age of five, all the way to winning a gold medal in the Olympics; her softball career was quite successful start to finish. Finch has also created programs for young girls post Olympics and still continues to today. Finches softball career started at a very young age, it began soon after her fifth birthday when her parents signed her up for a T-Ball team. Throughout the years, she developed a strong love and passion for the sport.
Unfortunately, we lost but it was a great experience. We may not have accomplished all of our team goals, like winning the league, but the season was still great. My favorite memory was senior night because I was able to go out one last time and play in front of the home crowd. I remember coach telling me to go out there and do what I do best. That night I played one of my best games all season scoring three
Because of this hard work, I lettered varsity my freshman year at Crown Point, and I was placed on the varsity Munster volleyball team. I have been on the most successful club team around. We have gotten third place at our national tournament two years in a row, and also won our national tournament one year. People say “you do not know what you have had, until you have lost it.” The meaning of this quote has become appallingly clear, as it has become my reality. Up until now, I have always taken volleyball for granted.
Playing with her for 3 years was one of the best experiences for me because I was challenged by her hard work ethic every day in practice and got to guard her every single day. Being on the court with her for every practice made a huge impact on my game because she was such a phenomenal player to play against/with. I do not have a specific story with her, but just creating a relationship with her inside and outside of basketball helped me get to know an amazing person on a greater level.
However, he somehow talked me into running. I can still remember my first practice that summer, I was beyond nervous because I did not know anyone. The girls on the team were so welcoming as I ran my first three miles on Roaring Run Trail. After that day, I knew cross country was the sport for me, but I of course did not admit that to my dad right away. Now thousands of miles later, I have finished my fourth season of cross country and my fourth season of track is just beginning.
She also was the first woman to throw batting practice to all 30 MLB teams. She once said, “If you tell a girl she can’t play baseball, what else is she going to believe she can’t do. If you tell a girl she can play baseball, what is she going to believe she can do.” That quote is one all of us girl ball players carry around with us. Ever since listening to that quote, I have committed my time to helping women and girls play baseball. Over the years I have been able to create a face for myself in Plymouth Canton Little League, throwing a perfect game, 18 batters up and 18 batters down, becoming the only girl in the city to do that.
My decision was to come back better, that was one step forward. For five months I went through the most grueling therapy I could imagine, but I never game up and I stuck to the plan that my therapist gave me, step two forward. I recovered so fast that I made it in time to play baseball in the summer, and later went on to be named All-Area team and All-district, step three forward. Finally, the time had arrived for me to play football again and prove to myself and others that I was better than before. We had another great season and won our first playoff game since 2005.
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.
Even though Virne only played one year as a member of the Lookouts, she continued to live on playing baseball. Virne Mitchell will always be remembered as “The girl who stuck out Babe Ruth.” For my license plate about the famous woman, I decided to include the letters CL to represent the Major League Baseball team she played for. In addition, I included the year 1931 because
It was June 2nd of 2013, and like most days of that time of year I was off to an afternoon soccer game. I has only recently returned to playing sports after being out for three months because of a concussion, and I was so happy to be back doing what I loved. My tea, was doing pretty well that year, and we were expecting an easy win from the game that day. I arrived at the game about a half hour early as usual, and my team and I began stretching. The game started on time, and my team played hard like always.