Examples Of Epiphany In Baseball

Toward the beginning of the game, one of the other team’s best hitter was up. I was playing outfield and the first hit came. Pow! I went over all of our heads, but luckily it was a foul ball. On the second hit, it

The first pitch that the coach threw to me seared the hair right off my head since it was going so fast. “Strike one!” called the ump. Alright, I needed to believe in my abilities. The next pitched was hurled right in line with my face! When I opened my eyes, I saw that the baseball was a perfect pitch and the catcher hadn’t moved his glove. The coach was making a fool out of me with his famous curve ball. “Strike two!” the umpire proclaimed. The next pitch was the one that I would make my mark on. The pitcher wound up and thrust the ball toward the catcher’s glove. I loaded and fiercely swung as hard as I could. After what seemed like forever, I looked into the catcher’s glove, and there was the ball. I felt dreadful. “Strike three!” I heard in the background. As I walked back to the dugout, I wondered what did I do wrong, what could I have changed, and what does the coach think of

It was a rough beginning, both teams went scoreless the first three innings. We cheer each other on. In the top of the fourth inning, Tyler, one of our best hitters, gets hit in the eye by the baseball. Tyler gets hauled off in an ambulance

It was less than a second maybe half a second but it changed everything. I heard the ball hit against my bad with tons of power. Suddenly all I heard was the crowd cheering behind me and my team running up to me. I was dumbfounded did I really just hit a grand slam to win the World Series in the fourteenth inning? Tears rolled down my face as we all knew we just won the World Series for our team that hadn't won since 1908.

Which in Softball we call that a triple because you make it to third without any errors. I come home on a RBI single by Skylar, we lead the Rangers 1-0 at that point. Were in the field that and since we batted first this makes us the visitors team. The visiting team will always hit first no matter what and the home team always hits last. Rangers hit it up the middle and I make a diving stop to stop it from going into the outfield and get up and throw the ball to first base and I throw her out. Once I threw her out I pumped my fist and was cheering because I got her out. The crowd was cheering and I had this big smile on my face it's those kinds of moments that make you understand what your worth is. Most people who play with me and play against me come up to me and say that I am a really amazing player. The league that I play in is a summer league and I play slowpitch. People all the time come up to me and tell me to try out for the fast pitch but I've never played fast pitch in my life. It was my next about and Kallie was on first base and the pitch came and swung and the went over the

I step out of the batters box to gather myself. I take a couple of check swings. I tell myself now you are ready. I Step back into the batter’s box and prepare myself for the next pitch. In my mind, I am thing if he pitches a fast ball I am going to swing for the heavens. The pitcher throws a fast ball. I can see the ball moving towards me as if it was moving in slow motion. My eyes zoom in on the ball like a pair of binoculars. I swing it is a hit into the outfield over the centerfielders head. I run with

I thought they thoroughly perceived me only in light of the fact that our bats were ablaze. We worked our way up to score three keeps running in that inning and we led the pack. Unfortunately, they got an opportunity to bat. I was still in the diversion and I had tossed around one hundred and thirty pitches which is a considerable measure for a pitcher. Traditionally mentors take out their pitchers when they hit the one hundred pitch stamp. I was now ready to ambulate out of the hole and onto the field when Coach halted me.

I was nervous to go up to bat with runners on base and possibly be the leading run. But I didn't let anyone see that I was nervous. So I started smiling to show confidence. I went into the batter's box hoping to crush the ball like how I've always done. I looked at the first pitch. The

The whole team stood on home plate as I rounded 2nd and 3rd base . I was so proud of myself my first homerun of the season . When I got to home plate the team patted me on the back and my helmet .

My breakfast started to creep back up my throat as game time got closer and closer. I walked across the patch of grass behind home plate and was towered over by the 30 foot backstop with a huge net suspended from it. My bulging bag of equipment was beginning to make my shoulder hang. I walked down the steps into the cement dugout and placed my bag under the bench that spanned the entire length of the dugout. I sat down, laced up my cleats, and put my warm-up jacket on in preparation for batting practice. I stepped onto the grass surrounding the dugout to get the feeling of how wet the grass was. I dug my cleats into the grass and began my usual routine of taking certain practice swings as I gazed upon the press box in the wake of the backstop. Preceding the burn in my forearms, caused from the practice swings, I marched behind the dugout to the rows of batting cages to wait my turn in line. Pacing back and forth I knew I had to keep my nervousness to a minimum. I popped in a wad of Big League Chew and continued to

“Play Ball”, the ump said as I was on the mound. Sweat running across my face as I stepped back and threw the first pitch. I knew I had to start things right. 3 outs later it was time to hit. “Play Ball” the ump said to start the 4th inning. Our team was winning it was enough for a mercy rule.

The pitcher tries to put me out of his mind, but he can’t because I’m 60 feet away. He may have the mound to his advantage, but nothing will stop me from achieving this goal. I assess the field. There are runners on all the bases, the outfielders are playing back to prevent any extra base hits, and we’re down by 2 runs. I smooth out the dirt where my foot land, I make it smooth and the perfect landing spot for my foot, and step into the box. Everything must be perfect. I take a deep breath. I must stay calm. In...out. I sway my bat towards him and back into my pre-pitch position. My hands are relaxed but ready to unleash the violence of a baseball swing.

When I got there know one was there so I had more time to practice. A little bit later there was a really good player on the other team practicing to but I think that he was the pitcher so I think he was seeing how fast I swung the bat. When I looked over to see how fast ball was going It was going as fast as a hummingbird flapping its wings.

Still, I’d always lived a straightforward life of prose. I knew no other way. Epiphanies often result in the experiencer redrafting plans, goals, and philosophies. However, any sudden revelation and insight can be difficult to assimilate when it is counterintuitive.

I took a sigh of relief and I backed out, looked at the signs and stepped back in. the pitch came in at my body, but it broke into the strike zone at the last second. The curveball froze me to move the count to one ball and two strikes.