Sluggers Today is the big day. This is the story where I truly learned to believe in my abilities and skill. I laced up my shoes and belted up my pants. Today is the day where my game changes or it doesn't. Today I was trying out for the travel team. The pinnacle of sports teams in my school area. When we arrived at the field my stomach was in knots. I looked around at the blank grassy field and I knew I was ready. I saw the other kids throwing lasers to each other and I knew I was accurate, but couldn’t throw nearly as fast. My hand was shaking as I threw to someone I had never met. My throws were rainbows as slow as molasses. Surely the coaches would see, I was doomed. Next we moved on to fielding, the coach hit us four balls each. On …show more content…
My heart was beating a thousand times a minute I was thrilled. I was starting to gain confidence in myself and in my game. About 3 months later our winter practicing began on the way there my dad told me, “No matter what happens out there, just remember it's about having fun.” As I came into practice I was greeted by the familiar faces that were at the tryout. The first thing we did was throwing with a partner. I was with my friend from basketball so I wasn’t nervous to throw to him. After about 10 minutes of throwing we transitioned into fielding. We first took ground balls from shortstop. As I fielded the ball I got my hand right into place to zip it to first base. As I shifted the ball into my hands I shifted my feet into position and gunned it towards my coach. Right in the chest, a near perfect throw. The rest of the practice went on after that and we went to hitting. I’d been a little rusty since my last at-bats. When the ball came in I felt the breeze my bat gave off as I swung my bat and connected with the ball. Practices continued to be more or less like this practice and about 2 months later we approached our big …show more content…
After we warmed up throwing to each other we went to check where we were in the batting order. I was batting 7th, but 7th was better than 11th so I was happy. We opened up the game with a bang and went up 2-0. After the end of the inning I was on deck for the next inning. It was our turn to play defense so I sprinted through the crunchy grass, frosty because of how cold it was. I was in right field and I waited for a ball to get hit to me. On the third batter he hit a high popup right in my direction I got under it with ease and made the catch to end the inning. Now It was my turn to hit there was one man on and nobody out. My heart was pounding as loud as a thousand drums. The pitcher winds and throws and I watch it
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It was a scorching 100 degree summer day. It was the start of the 11 year state championship baseball game against Albert Lea, I still remember that game like it was yesterday. It was miserable out we played three games that day before reaching the state championship. When the game started I kind of forgot about how hot it was out. We started fast scoring 2 runs in the top of the 1st inning Dylan and Reno each crossed the plate that inning.
When I was younger, I loved to play baseball. I would join multiple leagues every year, and spend days in the summer playing pickup games with friends. Of course I had other interests, but baseball 's combination of technical and physical skill stood out to me as something that I loved. As time went on, and I became more serious about the sport, I began to realize that I was actually terrible at it. I understood the strategy and could perform any individual task, but I could never piece it together to play at even an intermediate level.
I was only in third grade, when I decided to become a softball pitcher. I worked every day, doing the best that I could. Sometimes I was right in the strike zone, other times it was “miles” over the catcher's head. For a small 9 year old girl I guess I was pretty good. I had always admired Jennie Finch, wanting to be like her someday.
It all began on August 20th, 2010. As my eyes peered out the window, I saw luscious green grass, I heard birds chirping and the blazing hot sun hitting my skin. At that time, I remembered that it was the day that I would go to my first Red Sox game. I ran downstairs and asked my mom “What time are we leaving?” She said to me that the game did not start until 1 pm, so we were going to leave at 11 to pick up Tye and then go to the game.
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.
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
Blinded by the sunlight I still tried to withstand its power and held my glove out to catch the incoming pop fly. Before I knew it, the ball was directly in front of my face and hit me on top of my forehead. I cried, nevertheless I was still determined to stay in my third base spot that I earned. That was strike one. My first at bat was my best at bat.
The ball was smashed to the ocean right behind the baseball diamond. Challenge excepted. Two weeks after I witnessed a man murder a ball I was invited to the junior home-run derby for an amazing thirty-five home-runs in a seventeen game season. If there is one thing I hate it has to be losing. With that thought pumping threw my brain, it drove me to train harder than I have ever before.
My team began to rally back it was bases loaded and I was up with one out. The other team had changed pitchers to try to get them out of this crucial situation. I stepped up to the plate and took a strike the count 0-1, the next pitch came it looked like a small white snowball, and I swung my bat and managed to hit the ball. I began to start praying that I hadn't lost the game by hitting it to one of the fielders that would make the out. The ball kept going and going until it had finally went over the fence to be a grand slam.
Up first was Josh. He hit the first pitch straight to center field, which became an out. “Ok, it's time to show my team and family what I'm made of,” I repeated throughout my head. The first pitch to me was a low fastball. I didn’t swing, it was a ball.
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.
I am a catcher that never catches because; I hate the dirt flying up in my face. Next thing I know, the ball came straight at me then… WHAM it hit me, “ouch!” I yelped. I am playing third base, and then the ball got hit hard off the bat and came right towards me.
The instructor had just taught us some very simple work and a couple basic tosses and I was really struggling with a flat toss. Everyone was trying to help me and I eventually went off with one of the instructors and still wasn’t getting it. But, I made it onto the team and I practiced really hard and
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.