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

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

When the pitcher was getting to pitch , I said to myself “ hit the ball over . “ and that’s what I did . The pitch was just perfect just came at me just how I like it all i could see where the red stitches on the ball . As I got ready to swing the bat I could hear my team cheering me on to hit the ball

I threw the first pitch and 5 minutes later “Strike 3,” the ump said! I was 0-2 with an RBI and I pitched 4 inning shutout. The next day we played at 10:00 and 2:00. I woke up and got ready. We were late to leave.

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.

One of my favorite moments of my life was when I sat the whole game and was the last kid called before the rest got cut. My coach looks at me we were down by 1 point and says we need you to bat. I step up to the plate and the first ball went by strike. Were at the end of the count 11 pitches in the count is 3-2 runner on first base. The pitch came

The pitcher starts his windup; begins his delivery to the plate while focusing on the ball, till it reaches half way I freeze my hands to lift my front foot, then in a fluid motion taking my stride with my hands following. I’m then in hitter’s position when I torque my hips towards the ball, with the perfect contact, the fastball drives off my bat with the power of my hips. In the end of the game, the score settled as a win for

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.

I really didn’t want to bat because I was not good at battings at the time. I could hit the ball if I was having a really good day. I still didn’t want to bat but as soon as I got up to the plate I knew that I was ready to play some ball. As soon as the ball hit the bat I could hear a ding from the ball and bat. once I got done I was running my butt off to first base. But all I could hear was my grandma yelling her butt off for me to get to base. Right as I got to first base I knew that I could not get out because if I

After the second inning came the more exciting third inning. I knew for a fact that I was going to bat this inning. I stepped up to the plate with confidence. There was no one on and one out. The first pitch that came in looked good,