Thump! Thump! Thump! My heart was a drum, I was so excited but nervous at the same time while I was jogging out on the field. We were playing against the SaberCats, and it looked like it was going to be tough competition. What I didn't know is that the day was going to be turned upside down. Today I was playing first base, and number five was up. I was so nervous. Sweat was already dripping from my hands. And my throat tightened so tight, I felt like I couldn't breath. That’s when I remembered the time we were at tryouts. A year ago, when I was at tryouts, I was so nervous, sweat was dripping from my hands before we even got there. After the tryout, I was really happy with what I had did.. Then a couple weeks later, we got a call and they said …show more content…
As I got back to my stance, I started breathing heavily. Thoughts of getting hit by a ball again, zoomed through my brain over and over again. Now number twenty eight was ready to bat. The first pitch Abby threw was a monster. I knew that this was going to be a strike. But I guessed wrong, the batter took a big, hard swing at the tiny, yellow ball. The ball skidded to shortstop. As she fielded the ball perfectly. She gripped the ball tightly and let the ball fly. I was all ready for the catch, I had faith in myself that I was going to catch the ball. Even though my right arm ached, and my arm started to drop, I knew that I was going to do it. What I didn’t know is that all of this I thought of, was not going to …show more content…
as the ball met my chin, I missed the ball. I sprinted back to the ball, that I didn’t catch as speedy as a rabbit. When I threw it back to Abby, I hung my head in disappointment again, my eyes stung. I tried to hold back the tears ,but they had to drain out. When I looked at the crowd, their eyes still had faith in me. They were smiling at me, hoping that I would stay in for the rest of the game. That’s when power ran through me, smiles started to appear on my face. And that’s when I knew I was going to play the rest of the game ,and I was going to play the rest of the tournament. Even if my arm ached. When I looked at my coach she gave me a thumbs up ,and I gave her a happy thumbs up back. After that, I tried to push on, until we got the third out. When ten minutes had passed, we finally got the last out ,and we hustled in to talk to our coach. When we huddled in a circle, my coach exclaimed, “Grace go and get some ice on that arm,” as she marched to the giant huddle of girls. “And do you want to bat because if you don’t, you can’t go back on the field.” That’s when I knew my
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I was the 5th hitter, and waiting. After the other team warmed up, the first batter on our team was up, the pitcher threw the ball and he swung and got on first, we all cheered. The 2nd batter was up and swung 2 times and missed. The next pitch was a ball. He stepped out of the batter 's box and took some deep breaths.
As days went by it was time for the big game. I was never this terrified in my life. The score was going back and forth. First it was 1-0 then 1-1 and so on. But when it came to the bottom of the 8th.
The sun's beating down on me and sweats dripping down my face. I set up for a throw down at second, the pitcher starts her wind up and I take two steps closer to second. Our catcher set up for the outside pitch, but misses her spot and hits down the middle. The hitter loads up and swings hitting the ball to our second baseman. The play totally changes at that point three seconds of time.
My team, unaware of my decision of playing, is in awe. I warm up my pitching arm, throwing to my coach while my team does warm ups. I, tolerantly, practice my batting with my team. Luckily, my hand doesn’t hurt. The expression on my face was much like a child on Christmas
Swallowing the anxiety I circled the class that had the power to ruin an entire year of school. Thinking back to those memories and thoughts a laugh rises up. It has been hard to succeed in this class but not the worst. The crack of another ball making contact with a bat brings my attention back up to the baseball game. It would soon be my turn to take another swing at the ball flying towards my face.
The Braves got snacks and drank tons of water to get ready for the next inning, Then the half time ended, the Braves were not losing their streak now. “Come on will! Hit one out just like Franny!” Everyone got silent and watched closely, Will concentrated so hard it looked like his head was going to explode! Then he found it, the ball, it was perfect.
This game was the most nervous I had ever been in my whole life. I was just thinking to myself what if I play bad, or make errors, or hit terrible. So then I went into the dugout and everyone just was saying sorry and they felt bad and terrible for me. I just wanted to get on that field and play the great game of baseball and show my grandma what I can
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.
Off to second I went in the blink of an eye. About halfway down the the second baseline I see my dad out of the corner of my eye. He is on third base motioning for me to round second and go to third. As I am just about to slide in I see the third baseman go to catch the ball. I slid in creating a huge cloud of dirt and in the midst of this I hear a loud “OUT”.
Get your ass over here and run!” I ran down the 3rd base line and stood next to coach. “I loved your work in the off season and I think you can find a starting spot on varsity.” My face gleamed with joy, I told thanked him and started warming up with the varsity squad. My first few varsity games I was the most nervous I have ever been in my life.
It soars through the air and plops in the first baseman’s old, dark brown glove. It is the third inning. It seems like it is one hundred degrees out, and I am in so much pain it feels like my leg is about to fall off because of how hard the batter’s ball hit my leg. Now I am forced to sit on the bench watching the game.
Then I ran out to the field and began pitching. It was the change of an inning. I went into the dugout, got my drink of my water and rested my arm for the next inning of pitching. First batter was up for our team, he got a hit. The second batter, strikes out.