I went to the locker room and saw most of my team there. I got ready for the game and we were wearing our throwback uniforms. Batting practice was in an hour. In the first inning, I hit the ball in the gap and got a double. When I got on base, I stole third with one out in the inning.
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
Dane Kutnick is in right field , Tanner Smith at first, and Jason VanDenLangenberg is catching. We have played 3 tournaments together, but we already looked like we have been playing together for a long time. We may not have known it yet, but they were going to turn one of the best plays of the year. We are going into the bottom of the 6th inning. The first pitch crack of the ball off the bat a triple.
Softball has always been very important to me family. My mom played in college and both of my parents played when I was growing up. My sister and I both started around the age of twelve and played all throughout high school. I decided to go a step further like my mom and play in college. I was so excited to meet all kinds of new people and play the game we all love, but I never thought it would be as challenging as it has been for me this year.
I gave it my all and pitched like there was no tomorrow. As we were nearing the end of the game the score was close, but we were ahead by one point. It had just become and even more intense that it already was. Every single person was on the edge of their seat waiting to see who would win it all. My team was up to bat and I was on third base.
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.” Maddy (who was just up) hit the ball and was on first. Now it was my turn. I started my journey to the plate.
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.
There is an old proverb, it goes “ Treat your work as though you will reap a harvest from your labors”. I had never heard of said proverb before my first day of baseball, and even if I had, I would not be able to relate in the slightest. Growing up, I learned that my natural abilities in athletics and school made it so things just came to me, I thought I was a natural born winner. This gave me the mindset that hard work was for people who actually needed it, I (obviously) not being one of those people. This mindset would be crushed on my first day of baseball practice, where I was put in my place and forced to re-evaluate what it truly means to be a successful person.
The third time I took Jake Vanderheydt paintballing was the funniest/best time I 've ever gone with him. It was a clear Sunday morning when me and jake arrived at Pekin Paintball. We were ready to kick some butt. We got all geared up and ready to go but there were only about 3 other people there so we couldn 't start at match until we had an even amount of people on each team so me and jake went on a speedball field and played one on one. It was going fine until jakes gu started acting up.
The baseball flies by me in a flash into the catcher 's mitt, and the umpire calls a ball on the pitch! Then something in my head says “run”, and without hesitation I sprint down the line to first base. Little did I know that my first baseball game would haunt me for years to come. It was the first game of Baseball season, and I was ready to represent my school on the field. It was the second inning and we were down by one, and it was my turn to bat.
We all thought this was going to be an easy win from hear. “We easily got this” Dylan shouted at me over from first base “I know we just gotta get three outs” I hollered back The first pitch was a strike right up the middle no chance for me or derek to get to, on the very next pitch the runner stole second base. “Lets bounce back boys” Coach yelled from the bench. “Ya guys were good” Derek