POP! The sound of the softball in the glove brought a smile to my face! I threw on my dark green softball uniform, not knowing that today I was going to be the newest softball pitcher on the team! Being a softball pitcher was tough at first, but every day that I had practiced, I got better and better. Having a dad that is a softball coach, has also motivated me to work my hardest, and do my best. 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. Taking many pitching …show more content…
My dad and I watched many videos, by Jennie Finch, learning the main steps to become a successful pitcher. After hours of practicing we headed inside to eat my favorite dinner, lasagna! That week, our softball game was in Forest Lake, Minnesota. It was a little chilly, and gloomy that day. But that didn’t bother me! Going into this game, I knew we were going to lose. And I thought I was going to do what I did best, playing shortstop. But in the third inning, coach Jason changed my life! He put me in at the pitcher’s mound. Coming in the dugout from being at bat, I take the helmet off and toss it in the bag, just as coach Jason starts calling out positions. “Number 2, outfield, number 12, third base, number 8, shortstop.” I stared in disbelief. “Number 13, pitcher.” Everyone turns in my direction. Even though we lost, that final moment that I jogged off the field, every one of my teammates smiled, and gave me a high five. As I gathered my things, I went over to my family. “You did an amazing job for your first time!” They all say in unison. Making it seem like it was rehearsed. This event has inspired me to become a better pitcher, not just for myself but for my team! With the help and inspiration of many other coaches and camps, I have become the pitcher that I am
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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
She was named Player of the Year in California while playing softball in high school. During her high school career, Lisa had 1,503 strikeouts. She also had 70 shut-out games in high school. With her outstanding skill of pitching Lisa’s high school team won over 80 games in high school, and she led her high school team to the California Interscholastic Federation Southern Section Softball
A couple of our guys got on, but then I was up to bat. I was so excited. I got up there and decided that I was going to take the first pitch (not swing at it) to get my timing to make sure I get a hit. Ball one, I step out of the box taking another practice cut. I got back in the box and waited for the next one.
One statement I continually hear is “Oh, fast pitch softball pitching is not that hard.” A lot of people I know do not seem to understand all the hard work that goes into pitching. If they did, they would understand that fast pitch pitching is not as easy as it seems. I have been pitching for six years, so pitching is my life. It really is thrilling for someone who has nerves of steel and knows that the game rests in their hands, literally.
After playing softball for eleven years, I injured my back during my junior year high school season. It was my first season officially on the varsity team, therefore my devastated me. Although I was greatly saddened by this, I still stuck with the team. I went to every practice, game, tournament, and team dinner. I kept score at every game and helped my coaches with anything they needed.
Over the years I have been able to create a face for myself in Plymouth Canton Little League, throwing a perfect game, 18 batters up and 18 batters down, becoming the only girl in the city to do that. It was a blessing to show younger girls that we can do anything. Currently, I play on two all girls baseball teams. Both are based out of Chicago, Illinois. My love for these teams is like no other before, and I am honored to be a part of them.
Saturday, August 15, 2015 we had our first softball game of the year. Starting our morning off, everyone met at the softball field to eat breakfast. Our coach, Jacob Kid, had us take a round of batting practice before we left to take on Hamilton. On our way to the game, I felt as if I was going to get throw up. Coach Kidd is an awful driver.
Softball has always been a big part of my life from the age of 7-17 and it will continue to be a big part of my life once my career is over. I started softball around the age of 7 with my town’s rec league. At this point in my life softball was a way to meet new people and to stay active due to being new to the Whiteland area. Playing softball for the first time was very nerve racking because most of the girls on my team were very experienced players and had played a few more years than I had. Although these players had a little more experience than me, I was able to keep my skills up with theirs.
Eliza’s Memoir I play softball. It was All-Stars, and we were in first place at the moment. We had won three games, to London, Circleville, and another team whose name I can’t remember. It was the second to the last game, and our team was watching from some nice shade in the outfield (By the way, it was in the 90’s while we were there.
Then next thing I know is there is two people in front of me before I am up to bat. So I get in my bag to get my batting gloves, helmet, and everything else I needed to go hit. I stand towards the front of the dugout till it is my turn to take some practice swings in the on-deck circle. The batter that was up got walked and now it was my time to do my pre-hit routine in the batters box. I took three swings, then stretch, then talked to people in the crowd to not sike myself out before
I had just knocked in two RBI (run batted in). From the chalked-up dirt to the fresh cut grass, a softball field is always a place I love to be. No matter where I am in life I can always rely on softball to make me feel better. I started this physical activity in 5th grade. I found out that I love the sport and was exceptional at it.
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. As I get up off the sleek dirt I can taste nothing but small rocks with bland dirt carefully compiled into my mouth.
These girls were between the ages 7-9 so some of them had a short attention span but it was still great. My neighbor was the head coach of these little players, and she sometimes could not attend some of the games. So she had asked me if I could go and help with her assistant coach. I, of course, said yes and was very excited to come out and help with whatever I could. I came to the game and helped the players with the batting order, and warmups.