How Softball Has Made A Huge Impact On My Life

Many different things in people’s life can change their lives completely. One thing that changed the way that I look at things is softball. Softball as a whole showed me many life skills needed for my future. Softball changed my life in more ways than one. For example it showed me to have self control, watch my grades, and work together.

Have you ever had so much passion for a sport you have been playing for almost your whole life? I love playing all positions of softball and I admire everything that comes with it that includes battle wounds, road trips to games, making memories to practicing out on home field getting ready to bat some love into their lives. Softball is not an easy sport at all but it’s my passion and a privilege to be able to stand on that field. So much love, effort and hard work has been put in over the years. After 12 years of truly knowing the sport these are my favorite things out on the field such as pitching with strength, sliding with passion, and batting to hear all of your support to make a home run!

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

Clouds mugged the sun of light as the day progressed. Dusk filled the air on the baseball diamond where I would leave my legacy. Forth, was the championship game to be played, and the pressure of the starting pitcher, was not fazing me. In the zone, we said the Little League pledge. Jolts of excitement filled my muscles as I recited the piece that I know all too well. Warming up, I was controlled, and was ready to bring it. The game began with a bang. Strikeout after strikeout I fired, giving my all every single pitch. ‘BOOM’ went the glove after every pitch, whizzed right by the petrified batter. However, this was not much different for our team. Just two hits filled the board, I and my teammate Ian Keth. Scoring off of this was efficient,

Each of my years playing softball has been a momemtous experience for me. Indeed, I have learned valuable lessons about life. I have not only gained experience on how to approach different life situations, but the game has also provided an insight of me. In other words, softball has impacted my life and will also shape my future. Therfore, this will seek to discuss some of these impacts contributions to my life.

Nothing beat the overwhelming emotion of stepping up on the pitcher’s mound and hearing the chant of my name, my heart clawing its way out of my chest. Before throwing the first warmup pitch, my mind raced through the entire season. How, as a team, we have made history winning all three major tournaments in the high school level. We had beaten many top competitors and lost plenty crushing defeats as well. My mind pondered, which situation will I be in today, glorious victory or destructive loss. This is the feeling I lived for during high school, it was my sole purpose. However, this was merely one minute of that fateful day in which I played prodigiously trying to win a baseball game.

After walking onto the field at seven years old, I found my passion, my strength, and my world. Softball has been in my life for the past ten years, and I intend to play in college if I’m given the opportunity, nevertheless, I am going to fight to play. Playing softball has changed my life; I do not know where I would be without it. It has given me the best experiences in life, and I have made long term friends while playing. I hit my first homerun at 12 years old, and have been a power hitter ever since.

Softball ruled over my life from the time I was five years of age until I was fourteen. According to the people who had watched one of my games, I played first base phenomenally and had some wonderful at bats when I focused on centering my power to hit the ball with all the force I could muster. Unfortunately and fortunately, my father coached every team I played on from T-ball to fast-pitch. At every game, he observed my mechanics and hand-eye coordination, and this pulled memories of watching my brother hit numerous home runs and make game-winning outs from his mind. On nearly all of the car rides home, he would tell me “You remind me so much of Dusty. I see him the way you throw, in the way you hit the ball, and the way you present

Have you ever loved something so much, your world would be incomplete without it? For me, that is baseball. From t-ball to high school, many of my life lessons have been learned on the field. Without baseball, I would not be the person I have become. I am now six-foot four and throughout my childhood I have always been at least six inches taller than my peers.

The smell of a new softball is exhilarating,making a mistake in front of everyone is humiliating. Brand new leather and red seams under your fingers, your pitch went flying and the embarrassment lingers.Everyone was silent besides a couple who did snicker,eventually you are joined on the mound, just to bicker.Your coach is angry, he gets stern and yells,when talking to him it is like walking on eggshells. You can’t give up and you will try again,this is a skill you will obtain.Another chance is given to you,the chanting is music to your ears, from the dugout crew. Persistence is key, practice makes perfect, do not listen to the old coach who called you a reject. You are amazing, a star, you are glorious,

While standing on deck, waiting anxiously to get up to bat, my team-mates and I cheered loud hoping that we would win. As I walked up to the plate my coach, Jacob Kidd, looked at me and said, “Get the job done.” That was not supposed to make me nervous or anything was it? I knew that I had to get a base hit, so I just got up there and done my best. After I hit, Danielle, Lauren, and Jolie was next; and I knew that they would do what needed to be done. Jolie hit a long fly ball to the right center field fence; however, she did not get on base because they sprinted to catch it. Before we knew it, three outs had already passed; we hustled towards the dugouts to grab our gloves and go back out on defense. I talked to Katie Grace Payne, our pitcher;

Playing softball changed how I viewed my sportsmanship. When I was in 1st grade I played T-ball & in 2nd grade I played baseball. I stopped playing softball then. I haven’t played in 7 years & I really wanted to play again. I finally got onto a softball team & I was really anxious but excited. I was glad that could I try again at something I really enjoyed doing.

Here I am, standing on the corner of second base. It is the top of the first inning with no outs. The pitcher goes into her windup and I take a hard lead off the bag. The ball hits the bat and I immediately take off to third. I hear the words, “down, down, down!” I slide into third and just as my left foot hits the bag I hear a very distinct, “pop!” I roll over on my side and I just lie there. The crowd is silent. Thee only thing I can hear is the voice in my head telling me something bad has just happened. I look up and see my coach standing over me. All I can do is cry. I think to myself, “it’s over.” “My hopes of ever becoming the softball player I always dreamt of are gone.” As I am helped up by my coach and the other team’s coach, I can

As I stepped up to the plate in the final inning of the baseball game, my primary focus was finding a way to score the runner on second base for the game-winning run. Second base is only 120 short feet away from home plate, so I thought this would be easy. To do it, I would have to hit the ball into the outfield and have it land on the ground without it being caught by a defender. I had already gotten two hits in three at bats earlier in the game, and I knew that nothing would be sweeter than to finish it off with a game-winning hit. The biggest, baddest, and fastest-throwing pitcher around was on the mound for the rival team; I knew he would give me everything he had to get me back from the last at bat. The intensity of the moment had my heart beating like a drum. The first pitch missed outside; the second pitch missed inside. As I went up 2—0 in the count, I could see the frustration on the pitcher’s face. They called him “Big Red”, and that overgrown eighth grader gave me a look as if he wanted to kill me. I found this hilarious, which fueled his fire. My baseball knowledge helped me to determine that I would be watching the next pitch go by, ball or strike. Then, it happened. “Crack!” The third pitch, delivered at 75 mph, came inside on me and shattered the backside of my right hand. The alarming noise took the air out of the crowd (especially my mom) as I fell to the ground. As I laid on the ground, the crowd was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Hi, I’m Meggan. I’m a freshman at Minot State and majoring in Elementary education. I brought some things in today to tell you a little bit more about myself. But first I’m going to tell you why I decided to carry them in this bag.