You play catcher, third base, and really want to be a pitcher too. Then one day in the middle of the season at practice your right knee starts to feel funny. Next thing you know you’re running to catch a pop fly and your knee gives out. You tell the coach and worry about being able to play anymore while icing your knee. Well, all of this and much more happened to me in my middle and high school softball career.
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.
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.
It is the dream pitch for every softball player out there. I watch the ball spin almost able to read the print on the ball. I wait for the ball to get deep into the zone of the batter’s box. I let rip one of the best swings I can muster up. “Strike Three!
The sport was known to do too much damage to people that it had caused dmg people brain broken limbs before how hard the ball has been throw most likely blood nose but the sport is still famous sport. But now since no one plays it anymore the sport will soon die out to a point no one will ever play it. (National assocaition) The game commences with the opening rush. All the dodgeballs are lined up in the centre of the court, with both teams rushing from their base line to the balls. Players have to simultaneously grab and throw a Dodgeball or roll it back to a team-mate.
“Softball has been noticed since 1887”. Ever since I was in t-ball, i’ve played ever since then because passionate about playing. I like softball because I get the time to play and bond with my teammates. My strong suits in softball are throwing and hitting because i can throw hard, and hit strong and it’s my passion to play major league softball. “softball is important in my life because i played ever since i was in Rag ball and t-ball “.
The pitcher on the other team was throwing curve balls and sinkers that many of us were not used to at the time. I was playing catcher in the bottom of the last inning. We were up by one and our pitcher Cole couldn't let up any runs. It got down to two outs with a man on first and second. Wearing the gear on a hot day like that one was making sweat roll down the sides of my face.
It was the second week of March on a Wednesday which is baseball practice day. Me and some of the other teammates were wearing our black Diamond-Back shirt. “Okay guys,A it’s 5:45, start warming up,” my coach yelled. As I went for a ball our other coach, coach Antonio, handed out the bales to us. Once I had a ball I asked one of my teammates, Isiah, if he wanted to play catch and he said sure.
On October 13th, The Cubs won a postseason series for the first time ever at Wrigley Field when they punched their ticket to the NLCS by beating the St. Louis Cardinals. However, in a fiery matchup against the New York Mets, the Cubs fell flat. The Mets were in control, their offense pummeled the Cubs pitching, scoring a total of 21 runs in 4 games. It wasn 't the time for the Cubs. The Mets caught fire, the Cubs were missing something.
I thought I had found my opportunity when introduced to a game these boys described as wall ball. The object of the game was simply to throw a ball against the wall and attempt to catch it as it bounced off. If the ball is to touch somebody without being caught, the player must go up to the wall and wait as another player threw a baseball at their backs. Aware of my inability to catch a ball, the boys invited me to play as a brutal form of humiliation. I willingly volunteered, believing this to be my chance to make a friend.