Descriptive Essay About Baseball

In between high season and travel ball season my dad has been trying to build up my confidence. Which back to the story in Alabama, something is tugging on my arm. It’s not going to well but I’m trying. New team, new coach, and new competition. Explosion are half way into the season, it’s July 16, 2016. The tournament was at Clearmont, IN. I get to the field and heard that we were playing the team that my friend from my high school team, Ellie Hulwager, a girl that is short with dirty blonde hair, with noticeable blue eyes. She plays for the Aftershock, a team that I tried out for that didn’t give me a second look, Ellie pitches for the team and also plays center field. It’s game time I get to the field, all the teams go out for the coin toss. Aftershock calls heads, it lands on heads, after conversation with the coach the player says,”We’ll take home.” The teams run back into their dugouts and we grab our helmets and bats. Looking at the lineup, I look for my spot, fourth. I sit on the bench and talk to my teammates, not paying attention to the game, I heard someone yell,”Katie, your up.” I shoot up and throw my gloves and helmet on and grab my black and red, thirty-three inch bat. I step in the batters box, I look around, bases loaded. I didn’t think anything of it. The pitcher isn’t Ellie, she winds up and the pitch comes, it’s low and out side, I hit the ball and I’m at a dead sprint to first. I looked at my

“So, coming into 4th quarter here and we have a huddle called by the Cougars. Here we go setting up we are tied 62 - 62. This could be the make or break moment of each team and who gets to progress into the Championship Playoffs.” Says the announcer.

"Tomorrow at 2:30 right after school come straight to my office so we can get you patted up and ready to go before practice." said the coach.

Baseball is America’s game. Every one dreams of one day being a professional baseball player as a kid. Even I did

Our team had a strong spirit, and hoped we would be the ones to beam,

Since I was a little girl my dream was to always play the highest level of softball as possible. I wanted to be the best pitcher there ever was. The first position I ever learned to play was also the one that almost ended my softball career. Starting out in little league the pitcher is required to wear a batting helmet while playing the pitching position. This is for ages normally 5 and under, at this age the girls are still using pitching machines or coach pitch. As the older the girls get the rules change, no face mask or helmet has to be worn while pitching. As for me I hated wearing face mask, I always had an excuse to not wear it. Who would've thought that it would one day save my life.

An interesting fact that I found while researching my topic is that when fielding a grounder, you should always begin with your glove all the way on the ground. If the ball takes a hop, you can bring your glove up to it even if you misjudge, odds are excellent that your top hand and/or your body will block the ball and keep it from going past. It took me a while to realize this myself. And what I am struggling with at this point is finding more reliable sources.

Wow, I had totally forgotten how much I love batting cages," I shouted to no one in particular. Cindy and her sister were buying tickets so we could play miniature golf next. it dawned on me that playing real sports was more fun than playing them on the computer. I felt as if someone had locked me up and kept me away from all real, fun things. Then I realized that the person who locked me up was me. I felt silly. it's fun to play computer games against teens from other countries. However, it doesn't compare to experiencing the crack of the bat as I slam a softball or sharing such moments with friends I can see and

As the sun hits my face and I breathe in the fresh air, I temporarily forget that I am at a sporting event. But when I open my eyes and look around, I am reminded of all things American. From the national anthem to the international players on the field, all the sights and sounds of a baseball game come together like a slice of Americana pie.

The field was a beautiful cut prarie of grass. Gravel was dug to perfection. Both base lines, along with the batters box, were without a flaw. A blue crystal sky was looking over us. It was time to play baseball! This was the championship game between our team and Dell Rapids. Fans took their seats and the game was set to start soon afterward. Coach gave us some final words of wisdom before the game, as he stated, “Boys and keep your heads up, and play hard.” Immediately following, the announcer called us on the field for the pledge, and the national anthem.

“ Sorry, but you have to be on a sports team.” The bell had rung and it was time to go home. I slowly walked to the bus. As my stop

“Okay!” I tell her shout to her approvingly as I take a small sip from my water. I took a deep breath and walk over to our warm up spot by the fence. I notice a different team having a game on the field we are going to use for our game. I pick up my mitt as I see Maria walking my way with hers. I’m mainly one of the worst batters, runners, pitchers, throwers, catchers, basically the worst player on the team. After Maria and me throw a few balls to each other the time comes to go into the dugout.

“Sure thing sport, what's up?” I peered through the sliver of light emerging past my mother’s silhouette, greeted by an otherwise empty hallway. “Can we talk about Fred?” Her brow furrowed.

This is the big game. The two best teams playing against each other. The Whitecaps V.S the Emeralds. I felt like it was the first day of school all over again. Only, it’s not, I’m not at school. Maybe softball school, is that even a thing? Anyways, when I see Maria she makes me smile. “Hey want to warm up?” I question her. “Sure let me grab my mitt be right back.” “Okay.” I tell her approvingly. I took a deep breath and walked over to our warm up spot by the fence. I notice different team having a different game on the field we are going to use for ours. I took a deep breath again when I see Maria walking my way with her mitt. Why do I take so many deep breaths, because I’m mainly one of the worst batters, runners, pitchers, throwers, catchers, basically the worst player on the team, because this is my first year without a pitching machine, long story. After me and Maria throw a few balls to each other the time comes to go into the dugout.

I stepped up to bat, it was the first pitch of the first game. Coach Lamar said, “Choke up on the bat a little and swing. I took a deep breath and before I knew it the ball was over the fence. Hearing a noise I thought was the crowd cheering, turned out to be my alarm sounding to get up for the first day of school, not only that, but also the first day of softball tryouts.