Bam, the runner hit the ball. She dropped the bat and ran to first base. Safe, she kept on running to second. As I watched her run I realize she wasn’t stopping at second, or third. Rounding third base, she sprinted to home plate. But just as she had rounded the base, the ball came sailing in to me. I caught the ball and stood my ground in front of home plate, blocking her path. She charged forward, and slid through the dirt, trying to avoid the tag, but I still got her. “Out!” the umpire yelled to the crowd. My team cheered and ran into the dugout after that third out. I was the second person up to bat. The score was 0-2 we were down but we are to hyped up and ready to win this game. The championship. After the pitcher had her five warm …show more content…
Then it was my turn to bat. I was so nervous. I had to have a great hit to be able to get on base. “Come on, you got it.” “Hit your pitch.” Various members of my team cheered me on. That was encouragement, enough. I was still nervous but it was lessening. I hate batting after two outs. It made me feel as if I was letting my team down if I got out. The pitcher looked like she was ready to fight. I was too, stepping into the batter 's box and moving the dirt around with the bottom of my cleat. I could smell the food the concession stands were selling. I could hear the sound of people cheering for different teams all around, and I was ready. I tapped the bat on my heel. The bat struck the dirt, harshly knocking the dirt out of place (personification). I looked back to the pitcher, she was waiting for the catcher give her a sign. Two outs, and no one on. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to turn this game around but I was sure going to try. The pitcher wound up and released the ball, I didn’t swing. “Ball!” the umpire shouted loudly. “Good eye, way to …show more content…
I stepped in and was immediately ready, I watched the pitch as it left her hand, it was going to be a strike so I swung at it. I missed; I swung too high. I looked out to my coach who was giving me a sign, ‘don’t swing’. The ball was a streak of lightning flying by (metaphor); I didn’t swing, the umpire called it a strike. “One ball; two strikes,” the umpire said gruffly. He seemed to be getting excited about this game. After all it was the championship game. I did get out that inning but we still had time on the clock, 5 minutes left. It wasn’t much, but even if we lost, we were going to go down fighting. The first girl to bat was a big muscular girl that had a powerful swing. She didn’t like the outside low pitches, though. That’s where the first one was thrown. Strike, it was a good pitch, right to my glove like a hammer hitting the nail head on (simile). The girl hadn’t swung because she favored higher balls. Two strikes later and a new batter came. She swung, and sent the ball sailing through the air like a bird (simile). It landed between center field and second, she got on base. Next was another larger girl; she was one of their best batters. I didn’t know what she favored or didn’t like, I had to guess based on her body language. I guessed two pitches high inside, one low outside. She was out. Two outs, one runner on base, and half a minute left. We weren’t going to win but it
Dunaway had drove the ball over the shortstop 's head and had rounded second, it had been a close play, so she slid into third. The umpire, strong and confident, stood up and called her out. Tears rushed down the young girl 's face, as the coach, coach Dalfino, yelled at her saying, “This is no circumstance to cry.” The athlete had walked off of the field, limping in pain. Seriena’s team had two games that day so, once the second
This strange seventh inning may simply be known now as just “the Inning”. The score was tied 2-2 going into the seventh inning and Texas was batting first. They had a runner at third with two outs when the Toronto catcher, after catching a pitch, ricocheted the return
We were warming up and the girl on third base threw it to me. I missed judged it and it hit my finger. I called timeout and coach came out there to see what was wrong. I told him what had happened and I told him i would be ok and kept playing.
Then… “WHACK!” the ball was hit high in the sky like it was flying. Everyone stood up as we watched ball zoom across the field. The center fielder was
It was a cool fall night, and Joey was up at the pitcher’s mound, ready to face the most challenging team in the league, the Tigers. “Ok,” Joey thought,” I can do this.” Joey’s hands were shaking and his knees were weak. Joey got into his windup and threw the first pitch. It was a fastball right down the middle.
We got the lead due to a hit to center field. We were up 6-5. Then the inning ended. It was the top of
Eyes blinded by the intense glare from the golden clay that laid at rest beneath nine pairs of heavy metal softball cleats, eight players stood waiting like over sized monkeys with dangling arms hungry for the last pitch to be thrown. The scent of freshly cut grass filled my nose and forever lingers in the back of my mind.
Realizing that the ball went under the fence, I called timeout after the play and met with my partner who agreed with my view. I moved two runners back on the bases, taking away two runs from the hitting team. The team’s fans
I had a feeling it was going to be a great game. We were the Giants and we were playing the N.Y Yankees. We arrived at the game soon later. My whole team was already there.
Then the first pitch of the game was thrown and the crowd was roaring. Our pitcher was throwing heat he stuck out the first two batters and the third batter grounded out to the short stop. It was a one two three inning and it was our time to start getting the bats going. We were up and their pitcher was what seemed to be unstoppable he was pitching about 80 miles per hour and we just couldn’t touch him.
For most of my childhood, the sport of baseball was the one activity I loved above anything else. Nothing could compare to the exhilarating freedom and satisfaction of bolting full speed around the bases, determined to steal 2nd, beating the "Throwdown" by a fraction of a second. The massive dust cloud kicked up by my cleats and the thunderous boom of the umpire shouting, "Safe!" made me feel empowered. It was in moments like those, when I was in control of my own fate, choosing whether to stay or to run, whether to play it safe or to risk failure, that I learned one of the most important lessons of my life.
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.
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 just knocked in two RBI (run batted in). From the chalked-up dirt to the fresh cut grass, a softball field is always a place I love to be. No matter where I am in life I can always rely on softball to make me feel better. I started this physical activity in 5th grade. I found out that I love the sport and was exceptional at it.
We then watch carefully the opposing team’s pitcher as she warms up. As a lead off hitter, it is my job to do anything possible to get on base. By working the count I am frisking with the pitcher to get into her head. I then get exactly what I want, a pitch that could change the outcome of the entire game. 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.