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. A torn meniscus was threatening to be my baseball ending injury. That is the moment I knew this belief was my only chance to get back on the field.
It was the change of an inning. I went into the dugout, got my drink of my water and rested my arm for the next inning of pitching. First batter was up for our team, he got a hit. The second batter, strikes out. Then next thing I know is there is two people in front of me before I am up to bat. So I get in my bag to get my batting gloves, helmet, and everything else I needed to go hit. I stand towards the front of the dugout till it is my turn to take some practice swings in the on-deck circle. The batter that was up got walked and now it was my time to do my pre-hit routine in the batters box. I took three swings, then stretch, then talked to people in the crowd to not sike myself out before
I had a baseball game against the White Sox. When I got down there I found out I wasn’t pitching first, so I waited till it was my turn to pitch and when it finally happened it was 5-5 in the top of the 4th and I pitched a no-hitter. Finally it was the bottom of the 5th and still 5-5 and I came up to bat against Kaden Eugenio and he threw it right down the middle so I hit it far to right-center. It hit the fence but it didn’t go over so I ran.
Then he throws a fastball right down the middle and i hammer it to left field. The runner from third scores and we win the game. My whole team comes out and jumps on me slapping my helmet. Everybody is cheering and i'm so happy this is the greatest day of my life. We watched the other teams play and there were some good games.
Everyone 's at least broken a bone or injured themselves before right? Well this is one of those tragic stories where I unfortunately injured myself.
They were the next day. I had no idea what I was doing, but I did amazing for not knowing anything. I was playing shortstop for most of the time. I loved it. I was sliding from side to side, dropping back, running forward, and everything. It was so fun. I ended up actually liking softball so I tried my hardest to not get cut. "Girls I will put up who makes the team after tryouts," My coach tells us. I was confident that I would make it, but I really didn't want to get cut. That embarrassment would bring an end to me. I quickly ran into the locker room and got changed. When I came out the list was on the
I lined up to the base and looked at my friend who is a seventh grader wrestler to roll the ball. I knew it was going to be hard to kick his ball. He rolled it with perfect accuracy as I took my stance and prepared to kick with all my might. I kicked it right to second base unfortunately. I bolted to first base hoping there would be a chance I got there before the ball did. Except as I was running hearing the cheering or my teachers I realized that everything felt like slow motion. I slid into first base as the first basemen tried to catch the ball. I sat down in disbelief as this middle schooler held out his hand offering to help me up. Of course I let him help me. once I got up I looked
I always dreamed of celebrating a state tournament berth with my teammates, and the summer of 2013 I got to do that. But I had no clue what was about to happen that summer. The state tournament consisted of mostly metro teams whose population ranged from 20,000 to 200,000. We were the town of 3,000 heading into the state tournament just hoping we wouldn’t take last. I’ll never forget the time my baseball team won state because it made me realize that even though we are a very trivial town, we can still do very immense things.
This time I was a little nervous because I wanted to help my team. I told myself the same thing as before and hit a double to right-centerfield. As I started running, my coach on first base was yelling, “Go, go, go!” I rounded first base and made it to second. The original runner who was on second had scored. I heard my team yelling and cheering as I stood on 2nd base. I eventually scored and went up to bat again. I hit another double, but to leftfield. Another girl had scored and we were in the lead now. I could again hear my team screaming in the dugout as I was standing on 2nd base. After the inning was over my coach patted my helmet and congratulated me on my hit. That made me proud because I had felt like I had done my part for the team. I walked into the dugout and all my teammates were giving me high-fives. Katie and Lexie said, “Good job, that was an awesome hit, Nat!”
My moment was when my baseball team went to a college baseball tournament and we were all freshman. The reason we went because they thought it would be a great check to see how high school would be , but these teams turned out to be way better. I felt that the mood in the air was us doubting ourselves and that we were just going to lose the games because they are college kids and were so much better .We analyzed them and decided they were way bigger than us; all taller than 6 foot. Some were a lot bigger than the others but just looked intimidating. Our coach said ” even though they are bigger doesn't mean they are fundamentally sound as us’. We tossed the coin and got home so we got a little lighter and was happy about that ,but
Have you ever seen a monster truck? Have you been on a truck that's also a boat at the same time? Or hit a double in baseball? Well I have these are some of my favorite memories.
As I woke up this morning i was muddling through my baseball bag to see if i had everything because I was late for my first JV baseball practice. I ran down the stairs to get my car keys and peaked in my mom 's room to see my dad admonishing our dog Rocky because he had peed on the floor. After that I got in my car I got ready and looked back in my rearview mirror to see 3 monkeys commandeering the back seats. As of now I had a huge dilemma of staying and driving away or getting out running for my life and just walking to the high school for practice. I decided to get in my car salvage all I could and my baseball bag and just make a run for it. So I ran and ran and ran even more, when I got there coach was making sure everyone was
As the crowd roared, we were up to bat in the 7th inning, 0-0 score in our last possible game. Sweat and dirt running down my team 's faces from a hot long day of softball. A fresh smell filled the air. I was third to bat this inning. I knew no matter what I had to get on base. As I trotted over towards the bench, I sat down and thought to myself, I just got to put it all out there and leave nothing behind. Then got up and leaned against the fence anxiously waiting to get up to bat. I heard the crowd sigh, there is now one out. As a new batter approached the plate, I heard a CRACK, but it was a pop fly deep into the outfield.
Individulism is referred to self relience and personal independence. As a 15 year old high school student, I have not experienced many situations that show true independence, but an experience that I can personally relate to is softball. I have been playing softball for about 10 years now ,and have learned so many valuble lessons. When I think of sports I think of working together as a team and being independent is something that athelets have to do to fufill their journey. Some examples of showing individualism through softball, would be focusing on myself to improve my weaknesses, helping teamates in areas they struggle, coaching young softball players and taking responsibilty to teach them all they have to know to be successful and to
It was the bottom of the 6th with no out and no one on base, and I was up to bat. I dug into the batter 's box and waited for the pitch. 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.