Those sounds. The “ping” of the ball when it hits the “sweetspot” (Russell) of the bat. The satisfying “thud” of the ball hitting the middle square of the glove. These are the sounds that were my childhood in the spring/ summer months until the age of 19, the last time I played a game of organized softball. I was feeling the dirt beneath my cleats, the damp coldness of the air. I stare down the pitcher like a sniper getting ready to take the shot, and take a big breath like a diver preparing for a dive and enter the batter's box. The pitcher winds up and hurls the ball. As I watch it and judge it, I decide to let it go by; “ball one” says the ump.The catcher throws it back to the pitcher and the elaborate dance begins again. Now both the
In the past, the face of baseball was scattered but pretty easy to find. We’ll start this in the ‘90s—because that’s when I was born, so yes I’m a millennial and like the bat-flip—but I’ll talk about that later. Let’s start in the ‘90s where baseball was quote, unquote reborn with Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire hitting a homerun every other time they stepped to the plate.
Did your parent(s) make you ever do a sport you seemed like you had no interest in doing at all? Well that happened to me. I never planned on playing softball until I was 9 and my dad signed me up for softball. Before softball I did cheer which I was really loved cheer and I didn’t like that my dad was making me give it up.
As a child, I have played a variety of sports including softball, volleyball, and basketball, although softball has always been my main sport. I used live in Bolingbrook and was about 10 years old, when I was playing for the Inhouse 10U Bolingbrook Panthers softball team. My father was the coach for our team, so which meant I’d practice a lot with him. I would practice extra after school, focusing on my main positions on the field, which were pitching and third base, I would also practice batting. My father had always motivated me to become better in sports and school, he also prepared me for college by training me.
As I pound my bat against home plate I get ready for the perfect ball to come. Then it came, the perfect ball, could not have curved any better, I smacked it with my bat, It was out of the park! It could have been the last game of the season for the Braves Major league Baseball, we were the best, the champions, then the A’s put up a fight but they will not end it now. The A’s got the whole Braves team nervous, so we practiced for every day for the next two weeks preparing for game, then half way through two weeks of training the Braves were stronger, prepared, and twice as good as the used to be, they boosted their self esteem double their regular.
One day my softball team and I were on the way to a game. We were having fun laughing, having a great time. We were pumped, it was our first game and we had practiced till our bodies ached. The bus driver took a turn and we were wondering is this the right way.
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.
It was the height of a spring softball game, and all of my girls were lined up against the chain-link fence chanting cheers in support of their teammate. I took a moment away from coaching to see one of my players standing isolated by the trees. She was talking on her cell phone looking more distraught than ever before. I walked over to her and asked her if everything was okay. She apologized quickly and said she needed to take this phone call, for it was her dad, and he was calling from prison.
Do you miss competitive softball? Do you miss your friends, your coaches, and the high-level competition? Right now, KSHSAA, Kansas State High School Activities Association, does not allow high school players to participate in both competitive and high school softball. KSHSAA needs to allow the opportunity to play both travel and high school softball because few states don’t allow playing both and Kansas is one of them, playing both betters your game, and playing travel softball on the weekend does not interfere with the high school schedule. First, Kansas is one of the only states that doesn’t allow playing competitive softball during the high school season.
When I first started to play softball I thought the it would not be fun. When I started to play it was very fun to be around other kids and to get along with them. Also to make new friends. In softball you get to hit the ball as hard as you can. Softball is almost like baseball but they just pitch the ball a little different.
It was a bright, boiling summer morning when I picked up my first softball. The atmosphere was still consumed by the enthusiasm of small children as they prepared for their lengthy summer. I thought nothing of the day- it was merely another summer day filled with melting temperatures and boisterous children. Sports were nothing new to me at that moment, for I had heard the numerous tales of how my father had succeeded as a baseball pitcher and endured many hardships in the process. At the time, softball was simply another time-consuming activity to decrease my infinite amount of energy.
My Experiences in Softball Crack! That was the sound echoing off my bat. Down the baseline I went running, turning first base looking to see where the ball was. Sliding into second base, I was safe. I stood up and heard the roar of the crowd.
First home run Crack! The ball flew off the bat and went as high as a bird in the sky. Aaron is a young 11 year old boy who loves playing baseball whenever he can. Every Time that he would step up to the plate he was always swing for the fence and dreamed about hitting the ball over and seeing all the fans cheer as he rounded the bases. All of times Aaron had played he never had home run but was always close sometimes hitting the wall just short of the ball going over it: but today that was about to change.
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.
A softball field is very simple. It has this red tinted dirt, fresh cut green grass, 4 white bases, freshly white chalked lines, and a group of girls that love the game. The softball field is so simple, but yet so beautiful to look at and play on. The cages come along with the softball field as well. The cages or even more simple than the field, all it has is a net, some turf ground, a bucket of
With one minute left, my coach called a timeout. My team was down by one. Our shooting guard was tired. During the game, he ran slow, with sweat trickling down his face. “Rob, you 're in,” said my coach.