Personal Narrative: Softball

The knee injuries I got but never wanted Imagine you’re back in the 7th grade. It 's spring sports season and you 're finally able to be on the school 's softball team. There are no tryouts, so you make the 7th-grade team. You 've played softball since you were in the 3rd grade and tee-ball prior to that. You play catcher, third base, and really want to be a pitcher too.

Once I had a ball I asked one of my teammates, Isiah, if he wanted to play catch and he said sure. So we started warming up and he threw a ball that I missed. I went for it and as I came back, I slipped and twisted my foot. I paused. I grabbed my right leg while wincing in pain.

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.

I attended my first Astros game at the age of nine. The popcorn scented air paired with the roaring of fans drove me to fall in love with the game of baseball. I learned of the bases, pitches and catches in minutes and immediately planned my own life to follow baseball trail. For months I begged my mother to place me in a little league. She was reluctant at first and impossible to convince when told the price of little league fees.

The pitcher starts her windup and lets the ball go. “Strike”, the umpire yells behind me. My team is yelling and cheering in the dugout, and my coach is shaking his head at third base. The pitcher lets lose another pitch. “Strike two”, the umpire yells again.

Once I take a swing at the perfect pitch you can hear the crack of the bat forcefully pushing the ball to get a base hit. At first base I then watch our coach give the sign to hit to the next batter, he then turns to give me the steal sign. As I watch the pitcher start her motion all I can think about is running my hardest to get to the next bag. As the pitch is thrown I race my way and slide into the bag and hear to umpire scream “safe”. My teammates are screeching with excitement.

In the book Fences by August Wilson, the author chooses baseball to compare many of the struggles everyday people deal with in everyday society. August Wilson created some very relatable characters to portray the message of life and love Fences attempts to display. It is ultimately displayed in a quote by the main character Troy Maxson. Troy said “That’s all death is to me. A fastball on the outside corner” (10).

“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 “.

The runner came hurtling in and as he ran, I was bringing my glove around to tag him, but I did not get my glove in place fast enough. The runner ran into my hand and then then I fell onto the ground. “Are you okay?” my coach asked. “I am fine though it hurts a little,” I responded. My coach took me out of the game and let me rest my hand.

Margaret was up to bat. The pitcher pitched the ball and it rolled right past the catcher. I remember a cloud of dust and a loud cracking noise. It felt like when you are trying really hard to crack your knuckles but you can’t and it hurts really bad, that’s what it sounded like too, but amplified by a thousand times. It took a second for me to feel the pain, there was

Eliza’s Memoir I play softball. It was All-Stars, and we were in first place at the moment. We had won three games, to London, Circleville, and another team whose name I can’t remember. It was the second to the last game, and our team was watching from some nice shade in the outfield (By the way, it was in the 90’s while we were there. It felt like a sauna!)

Right before I went out onto the field to play catch with two kids my dad nodded, "Good luck!" After we had warmed up the coaches had us catch pop ups. They hit the pop ups with a tennis racket. Next they had a hit. If we were not hitting we were in the field catching the balls that the other kids hit.

The kid who stuck out was a scrawny kid with glass who looked as if he was going to cry under the pressure of the game. Augustin briskly turned toward him and said “Don’t worry we’ll win this one” with a slight nod. The boy looked up at him and smiled and then sat down. Not too long after that Susan was up to bat.

My barrier was breaking my finger. I played softball for Troy Patterson. I had been practicing with them for about 1 week. We had a tournament that weekend and i was playing first base. We were warming up and the girl on third base threw it to me.

It was the beginning of Spring 2015 and I was in 4th grade. Baseball season was right around the corner and I was shopping for gear. My baseball team, the Alameda All-Stars, was put together by me and my twin brother, Austin, when we asked our friends if they wanted to play with us. At practice coach sent us to warm up our arms and run around the field, then take positions for grounders from an assistant coach. Coach told me to play 2nd base and I wasn 't use to that position because all my life I have mostly played 1st base.