As a child, I have played a variety of sports including softball, volleyball, and basketball, although
softball has always been my main sport. I used live in Bolingbrook and was about 10 years old, when I
was playing for the Inhouse 10U Bolingbrook Panthers softball team. My father was the coach for our
team, so which meant I’d practice a lot with him. I would practice extra after school, focusing on my main
positions on the field, which were pitching and third base, I would also practice batting. My father had
always motivated me to become better in sports and school, he also prepared me for college by
training me. At the end of my softball team’s season, the coach of a travel team noticed my pitching
skills and wanted me to join their team for a weekend tournament
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That’s when my father told me about how the parents were angry because they
didn’t want to watch their child be replaced by me, I didn't care because I never saw it as a
competition for positions. I liked the girls that I was playing with, so it didn’t come to my mind that I should
are whether or not the parents were mad at my father and I, to be honest I just wanted the chance to play
Softball with a travel team. Although, the angry parents had affected my chances playing on the field
Because the coach didn’t want any complaints. Game after game I sat on the bench and watch the
team lose and this made my father furious. We didn’t give up and go home though. Instead after every tournament game, we would practice
pitching and hitting. I was working harder than everybody else, and would go to the hotel room exhausted.
The night before the last game, my father and one of the player’s parent had a argument about me, which
affected my confidence about playing. I thought that I shouldn't be there and that the only reason that
My partner is Cathryn Cusano, she has lived in Easton, Pennsylvania throughout her entire life. Cathryn has a love for softball and has played ever since she was a little girl. During Cathryn’s senior year of high school she had multiple offers to play softball for elite colleges in the area. She started out having an amazing season, the team was also thriving which eventually resulted in them making it to the playoffs. It was the first round of playoffs and Cathryn was on first base, one of her teammates was up to bat.
After playing softball for eleven years, I injured my back during my junior year high school season. It was my first season officially on the varsity team, therefore my devastated me. Although I was greatly saddened by this, I still stuck with the team. I went to every practice, game, tournament, and team dinner. I kept score at every game and helped my coaches with anything they needed.
During my senior year of high school, part of my management role was to run drills with the varsity team as well as the younger teams. I loved being able to help the players better themselves, motivate them when they were down, and cheer them on when they succeeded. Softball also influenced me in wanting to one day have my own team to coach, and even encourage my own future children to play the sport. So, they too can have dreams to chase, and one day have a “voice [that] will never cease to narrate/ The bittersweet scenarios of heroism”
In 2013, I was selected to play on the only all girls baseball team in the largest tournament for twelve year olds in the United States, Cooperstown Dreams Park in Cooperstown, New York. Baseball has always been a male dominant sport and because of that, I have always been praised for being the only girl on the all boys team. Since I was four years old, I had only played with boys. Everyone welcomed me and saw nothing wrong. However, as I grew older and know-it-all dads began coaching their sons, the same faces who welcomed me, turned their backs.
“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.
Timmy met me halfway and put his hand on my shoulder I looked up at him and that’s when I realized tears were streaming down my face. I felt weak like a helpless child. Timmy reassured me that it wasn’t my fault. “You have the right to have one foot in the box and take practice swings, it’s going to be ok,” he said, but I wasn’t really paying attention to him. I looked around at my team and the crowd they were all shocked like me.
I had the privilege of being on many teams that went on and won my first tournaments, and seasons, and even got my first ring from winning a state championship. Having this kind of experience, I met my future middle school coach, Woody Bolus, while practicing at the fields a few weeks before I would start middle school. I remember like it was yesterday, he told me I was looking good and to come out to tryouts in the spring strong. That one sentence alone drove me to go out and practice every single day until I made the team. The day of tryouts came rapidly, and although determined and ready as I could ever be, I was anxious.
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
But my course in life has switched courses. Along the way, I dropped off the other sports and continued on with America’s Favorite Past time: Baseball. Since my size dictated my playing time, according to the coaches, it affected my devotion to the game because it is heartbreaking to be told you cannot do something. Over that period of time I realized how influential coaches are to their player, so I decided to become a coach to instill the never quit attitude in younger player’s minds. I have been coaching with Boca Raton Little League Baseball since my sophomore year, teaching the fundamental skills of baseball
He confronted my dad and told him that he believed I had what it takes to play in a more competetative league, Lacrosse Northwest. He told my dad that his daughter, Galena Clark, had played with the Rippers before and had had a wonderful experience. At first, my dad was hesitant about letting me play at such a competative level, but after talking to me about it, he realized that lacrosse was something I truly loved and wanted to become better at, so he let me sign up for tryouts for the 2017-18 travel team. Of course, I was excited for this, but I was also extremely nervous, so I did the only thing I knew would relive the stress: I started going down to that little green-gray wall and playing wallball almost every day, just like I had done in the offseason. I worked on everything I knew I needed to improve, especially using my left hand to pass accurately and catch confidently.
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.
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
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. This is comical looking back on it, because knowing me now, softball is one of the last things I can see myself doing. I was very shy growing up however I do vaguely remember making a few friends while in little league, so the social aspect wasn’t an issue. These tee ball practices last for about month until I dramatically decided that tee ball, or any outdoor sport for that matter, simply wasn’t for me. I would not suggest throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the outfield and running to the bleachers because you can’t take the heat.
We lost the first game, but after that we won all the other games to go the championship. It was a team we played often and we knew they would bring competition to the field. We won the game and the tournament, the score was 10-4. They handed us the trophy and they said the next tournament was in Corpus. All the tournaments were every week, so when we got back home, we practiced Monday through Thursday.