In Green bay, Wisconsin, at a softball facility, on January 23rd, Seriena Dunaway was playing in a softball league. Dunaway was playing against Elite, her team 's biggest rival. The air was cool and the playing turf was rough and hard to run or slide on. The people in the crowd could see the tension. The music was loud and seemed out of place.
The third base coach was furious he was in the umpire’s face saying that he just wanted the game to end so he call the kid out. The play itself wasn’t the really cool part, it was that our team had pulled together and beat the team that had knocked us out of the tournament before in extra innings on a lucky hit. None of us knew it yet, but this was going to be a great year. We were almost like
Elana Meyers Taylor was born to Janet and Eddie Meyers in California, on October 10, 1984. At a young age, Elana and her family moved to Douglasville, Georgia. That is where Elana grew up. As a young girl Elana never fit in.
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.
The softball team has gave me unforgettable friendships, the ability to play with such inspiring athletes, and has given me skills that I can carry on due to coach Sal. The first year I had started on West High’s softball team was sophomore year. I remember going to the try outs, feeling awkward, due to me not being close to any of the girls since we were twelve and eleven. All the girls that were my age, the ones I was friends with when I was younger, were all on varsity. Since it was my first year back as a Falcon, Sal placed me on JV.
As I stepped out of the car door to head onto the field I could smell the freshly mowed grass and hear the birds chirp. It was a big day for me because I was about to try out for my first softball team. As I walked on the field there were other softball athletes throwing very strong to each other and that made me get nervous. Once I got my glove in my hand and started to throw I felt that I was throwing very well. The coaches Softball made me realize that you have to have leadership skills and
I waited by the dance room door for what felt like hours, waiting to see if I made the varsity cheer team. The feeling of both nervousness and excitement overcame me as the coach walked over to the door to post the numbers of the few who made it. The past nine years of my life I played softball year round when I decided to trade in my bat and helmet for a set of pom-poms and a bow. Making the switch from softball to cheer was a big change, I had neither the skill nor physical capability to do what the sport of cheer incorporated.
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
At ten years old I really doubted if I wanted to play baseball after that season. We were the worst team in the league. In our first and only playoff game we lost. During that game I felt like my coach was dumber than a bag of rocks, he didn't even know the difference between the shortstop position and the second base position. He didn't know how to run the scorebook and he has not played a game of baseball his whole life.
My softball team had gone undefeated all season. Every other team we played was no competition, until we played Ridgefield. They had also gone undefeated all season. But this tournament was allstars. None of the previous games mattered until that weekend.
We had to whatever it took to win this game. With one single crack of the bat, I was off! The ball made it right over the head of the third basemen and the left fielder completely misjudged it, he gave me 10 extra feet! The crowd was boisterous! Screaming my name and cheering me on.
A team in Concord, Calif., has had a win streak of 151 games. North Atlanta High School 's team can barely pull off three wins this season. The Spartans have had plenty of perfect seasons. North Atlanta closest time ever in the school’s history was to getting a perfect season was going 7-3 in 2010.The team from California doesn 't know the meaning of defeat. North Atlanta barely knows the feeling of winning.
However, sometimes things happen and people have got to just keep pushing through it. My third year of softball my team was very proficient, strong, and confident. When it came time to go to our first tournament, we were unquestionably excited. We knew we were going to do excellent because our team was undefeated, and with our confidence, we could do anything we wanted.
A field shaped like a diamond followed by a meadow of grass. Sixty foot base paths that surrounds the infield in a counterclockwise direction. A batting count of three balls and two strikes. Three outs total in all seven innings of pure determined, back and forth softball between two teams. This place has been my home for years.
For the last eight years, softball has shaped my life and taught me many things about leadership, sportsmanship, and how to work as a team. Softball has always made me happy, it’s not just the sport that makes me happy, but it’s the place that I get to go and the people that I get to play it with. Every time I’m on the field or in the cages I feel the most content. The softball field and cages are my sanctuary.
