Personal Narrative: My Softball Team

Do you know how to help a girl overcome her shyness and build confidence? Suggest she tries out for a travel team of her sport of choice that she excels at while doing. This is what helped me when I became a player many travel softball teams I have became a part of; becoming a member of the teams made tremendous impacts on my life.

Ever since I was four years old, I have done nothing but immerse my life in the sport of baseball. When I was born, the story told was that my Dad had the Cincinnati Reds game on in the hospital room, and one of the first things I saw was the T.V. My Mom said when I was laying in her arms, I had my eyes fixed on the game. I was always around the game. One of my first birthday gifts was a little foam bat and ball. My Dad would toss it to me in the living room and try to teach his one-to-two-year-old child to hit. But I wasn’t really put into the game till I was four years old. Baseball has impacted my life more than anything I have lived through. I believe baseball is more than a sport; it is a teacher.

“Softball has been noticed since 1887”. Ever since I was in t-ball, i’ve played ever since then because passionate about playing. I like softball because I get the time to play and bond with my teammates. My strong suits in softball are throwing and hitting because i can throw hard, and hit strong and it’s my passion to play major league softball. “softball is important in my life because i played ever since i was in Rag ball and t-ball “.

Altruism theory can basically be defined as an act that an individual performs, in order to benefit someone else. Altruism can also be known as Ethical Altruism. Furthermore, this specific theory speaks about the good deeds that an individual would undertake to help and benefit someone else, even if it requires the sacrifice of self-interest. The action that the individual would tackle would consider being morally right if the result would benefit the recipient than the person actually conducting the action (Mastin, 2008) . Majority of the time these actions that are performed by individuals are not only about doing good for other personnel but also to protect these persons them from being harm or getting injured in a certain situation

The day was June 13, 2015. This day is a day that will always teach me something new and life mending every time that I bring it up. The score was set 3-5 top third of the 4th inning, our 3 hole up to bat and the count being 3-1 next pitch determined if he was on base or in a full count jam. The next pitch was a ball, meaning he was walked and then took his base and this loaded the bases for me to step to the plate and bat, this was the nerve racking part of sports when your team needs you and you can or cannot deliver on the gift. I had one pitch and the ball was flying further and further until it hit the ground right at the foot of the fence and I was running and the ball was being relayed back into first and then to third where I was running to. The ball meets my leg a second after my foot hit the bag so I was safe, but I look up at the ump and he expresses his call in out, meaning the third run does not count

Softball. My favorite sport. It’s not a contact sport so, the chances of me injuring another player are slim to none. Or so i thought….. I was in Traverse City last year with my team for a softball tournament. It was the fifth inning of our morning game, we were down by a few runs and I was on deck. “There is one out,” I thought to myself “I have to get on base.”

At three years old, I fell in love, and it's a love affair that has continued to this day. All I remember is wanting to hit with my dad every second of every day. Now if you go ask him, he will probably take credit for how good I've become as a player. But that's another story on its own. Baseball has had my heart ever since my little hands were big enough to pick up a bat. Recently, I experienced the most important moment in my baseball career to date on one sunny weekend at a baseball field in Cartersville, just northwest of Atlanta.

Blinded by the sunlight I still tried to withstand its power and held my glove out to catch the incoming pop fly. Before I knew it, the ball was directly in front of my face and hit me on top of my forehead. I cried, nevertheless I was still determined to stay in my third base spot that I earned. That was strike one. My first at bat was my best at bat. It was not an impressive hit and the only reason why it was not caught is because the outfielder was in her own world. In my next three at bat 's the pitcher hit me every single time leaving me without a chance to redeem myself.I still got on base but I consider this strike Two. At the end of the game my team decided to go to Steak and Shake. Strike three happened as soon as I got out of the car

We got into our dugout and started to get ready by putting our cleats and stuff on. On our way out to the outfield I said to my coach, “who’s pitching today?” He said, “Carter”. So I went out and told Carter he was pitching so we warmed up together. We played some catch and did some stretches. Carter said to me on the way back into the dugout, “I’m as nervous as a fireman on his first call.” I said, “Don’t be. We are going to win, then advance, and the win state.” The game finally started. We were the home team, so we started in the field first. Their first guy came up to the plate and you could see the nervousness in Carters eyes. I put down the sign and he threw a strike. The guy swung and missed.

For fifteen years, baseball was my life; I have countless favorite memories and am grateful for the lessons and values learned during my baseball journey. After a year of playing in college while battling an injury, I decided to alter my goals; ultimately, I chose to leave baseball behind. Finishing out the school year left me feeling anxious pertaining to what I might expect in the future, but deep down I knew I made the right choice of transferring to the University of Illinois. Brand-new friends introduced me to opportunities I might have previously passed on, and as a result, I found myself wanting a connection to the community. Being a student teacher in our Child Development Lab, joining student organizations, and volunteering at our

West High School’s softball team has opened a new chapter in my life. If I could go back to my freshman year I would have played for West. All the rumors people have heard about Coach Saladino are not true, he is honestly such an inspiring person. Playing softball for West has given me friendships I will never forget, the ability to play with the most robust players, and the new skills I have learned from such an amazing coach. Playing for West High School’s softball team was one of the best decision I have ever made.

The time has come, baseball season is in full swing! Now that basketball has long since ended, it’s time for America’s greatest pastime to begin. Not to knock other sports, but come on. What’s more American than baseball, hot dogs, peanuts, and Crackerjacks? Captained by the Clark brothers Matt and Cam, the Panthers look to improve on their weak record of last Spring (two, maybe three wins?) and compete in a high powered Mayflower League. As is the case more often than not, the Panthers’ baseball team will consist of many underclassmen such as myself, and even more middle schoolers. Needless to say, we have a young team. As is also often the case, we will still to the best of our ability put in the work and effort necessary to succeed. Even

In my life, I have been through so much in my life, from good times, to bad times, I had to make the best out of everything. Ever since I was a child, people have been making fun of because of my skin color, and what my beliefs are. I had to deal with that all of my life. You couldn’t live in my shoes, anyone could try, but all of them would fail. In my life I had, many hardships during my childhood, as a grown man playing in the MLB, and as a Senior. But first, I am going to tell you about my childhood.

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.

Have you had a loved one that worried you sick? It was a another day at school, and Konnor can’t wait till the bell rings to go home. Today Konnor is going to go play some basketball at the lower lake in Eureka, IL. He is going to go with his older sibling Kaleb, and his cousin Austin. The basketball hoops are a little rusty and old, but the hoops are still adequate to play and shoot into. It was a long day of hard work at school, but Konnor got through it! “RING!” the school bell went off, which alarmed Konnor and he got up from his seat and dashed out the door and onto the buses. Konnor is the fifth stop on the bus, but the ride only takes around ten minutes. The bus trekked all the way to his house, then he got off and ran inside,