NRV Heat: A Narrative Report

Focused and determined during batting practice; we hardly spoke. I looked around to see intense eyes complimented by the black smudges we had painted underneath. I wondered if anyone else was feeling the way I was. I was ecstatic and pumped up but I was also melancholy. I suddenly realized as I was standing with my teammates that this was our last tournament together. I was a senior, the oldest on the team. At that moment I decided to lay it all out, not for myself but for my coaches and my teammates. It was my last day of Aces softball so I knew I had to make it

It was a fun day in New York at Yankees stadium The Home team (My favorite baseball team) the New York Yankees were up against the Toronto Blue Jays. I was wearing my Aaron Judge shirt sitting in my seat when the game started the first two innings was scoreless. Second, Aaron Judge comes up with two guys on base and hits a double scoring both runs. Then, I look at the jumbotron and see Aaron’s calm smiling face. The next few innings was intense the Yankees and the Blue Jays battle for the lead. Next, the seventh inning stretch comes around and we all rise from our seats and sing.

It is the first game of the season and we are playing our cross town rivals the Hartsville Red Foxes. The Red Foxes has beaten us the last three years. This year we are ready to win. Like a kid waiting form Santa Clause we have been anticipating this game. The teams’ emotions are high, like a balloon filled with helium. We have a built-up energy like pressure contained in a steam generator piping. Our baseball team steps on the field with our game faces on. We are steering at the opposing team with the look of a tiger ready to pounce on its prey. The first inning goes by and neither team has scored. Then the second inning plays out the same as the first, three batters up and three batter down. Both team's pitchers are pitching like there is no tomorrow. The ball is coming through the strike zone like a ball of hell fire. The third inning, the fourth inning, the fifth inning, the six innings and still no score for either team. We play through the seventh and eighth inning and the most either team has done was get players to first and second base before the inning is completed. It is the bottom of the ninth inning and I am up to bat. My first few times at bat, I walked, got a single, and later a double. I am determined to get a hit that will put me somewhere on the base in scoring range. I feel if I can just get to third base, we have a chance. The pitcher wines up and it’s a fastball that zips

It was interesting how tough it got. After this terrible, great, bad, fun day we sat down and got calm after the game, ready for a sermon. I got excited when I heard that Monica Pankratz was going to preach. She walked on stage and said “boys can you please exit to the right so you will have a sermon outside with my husband.” So right at that moment the boys left the room.

Our first time batting was always the most rough. We ended the inning one to zero. The rest of the innings flew past and before we knew it, it was eleven to six. We were winning by five runs. All of us were exhausted and I had switched to catcher so our other catcher didn’t overheat. It was another round of easy outs. We were at the top of the batting order, meaning I was fourth to bat. Our first three got on base quickly, and soon enough I was up. I stood at the back of the box and got in position. I knew what kind of pitch I liked and I would go for it.

Once I released the baseball my heart dropped and I hoped for the best. It was one of the most stressful moments i’ve ever had in baseball. But first we should go back to when all this first started. It was a perfectly normal saturday we had a tournament like most weekend over the summer but not until I got to the field and and everyone was talking about the game did I over hear someone say this is the state tournament. This tournament ranked us in Illinois. We played the first two teams with ease we were up by five and they couldn’t seem to keep up, but the last game of the tournament was us versus the Plainfield Tornadoes. I remember that team very distinctly because of the circumstances I was in. I had pitched the first two games we played

As I stood in right field, the sun in my face, ready for anything that came my way.The first pitch was a strike. The game had now begun. All of the fans were packed into Veterans Memorial Park and cheering ever so loud for their team. The first batter struck out, and although we just started I could not help but think we were one out closer to going to state. The next two batters were also thrown out. It was now time for us, the Senior Rams to bat. The nerves were still at an all time high for everyone as we changed sides. We went down one, two, three outs and took the field again. Both of the teams were full of very quality players so everyone knew it was going to be a fantastic game. The next three innings were one, two, three innings for both teams.

Summer has just started and it was hot and dry and the sun was shining when my teammates came over because I was taking them to our baseball game. *On our way there everyone was nervous for the game, because we were going against the best team in the league. When we arrived we started warming up and throwing the ball around, when the other team showed up they were all big and tall and ready to play. The game was officially starting, we were in the field and they were batting. After the first inning was over we were down 4-0, our team

The smell of popcorn filled the spring air. I was running as fast as I could, there was no stopping me. The pitcher threw the baseball to second base as I started to race to home base. Voices of cheering and screaming of excitement filled my ears, motivating me to run faster. I stared at the catcher with confidence in my eyes, seeing his glove in the air, ready to catch the ball. He was too late, my foot touched the bag before it reached his glove. My best friend Olivia on the team ran over to me and gave me a hard high five. The rest of my team tackled me with joy. Olivia and I are the only girls on the team yet we are some of the best players they have. As we said good game to the other team, a feeling of being watched struck me. I turned my head to see a

We have runners on third and second. I walked up to the plate not confident at all and took a deep breath and walked into the batter's box. The pitcher wasn’ t very intimidating but, I was so nervous because I knew I had to hit the ball to the outfield in order to score. The pitch was perfect, right up the middle, and it was slow. I hit a hard ground ball up the middle and it went all the way to the outfield. Meredith scored! Our crowd cheered, everyone knew that, this hit had helped us get one run closer to winning. I jumped up and down on second base, I was so proud of myself! I had hit an important hit! Next up to bat was Brooklyn she hit one to the outfield also which scored Hallie. Our crowd cheered even louder this time. Everyone was hype and in the moment, it was so much fun. Their crowd was speechless, they knew we didn’t “cheat” or do something wrong, its just

We are coming toward the end of the season prepared to defeat Martin. Before the soccer game had started they were playing loud music to get us pump up to clear our minds for the game while the other team getting prepared for a competitive battle. As I looked around, I could see my teammates focus, serious, and talking to each other to get used to it when we head on the file. Seeing the size of the opposing team made me thinking to myself that they were going to smash me in little pieces. Even though, both of my coaches had the most confident look on their face as the players took the field. This excitement night we all was eager for this team arrive.

The day was March 15, 2010 and it was beginning to become warm like spring outside. My friend Billy and I were walking around the neighborhood looking for friends to play baseball in my backyard. After we had our crew assembled, we went back to my house to play baseball. Our game was going great until we hit the ball into The

Down by one, two outs and it is the last time up to bat for the Wildcats. If we lose we will go home, but that is not what I am focusing on, right now, all thoughts are on the next pitch. With a runner on first and second, a hit to the outfield could tie the game. A bad pitch, maybe. A lucky shot, maybe. As the bat hits the ball, a silent focus turns to screaming and jumping. A ball hit about a foot off the right field line, fair, brings in our first runner with ease. A wave of relief sweeps over the whole third base side of the field. Our cheering distracted the other team, maybe. The tie upset them, maybe. Just a well-placed ball, maybe. Unseen through the excitement, there is a player rounding third heading home for the win. A ball thrown too late. A headfirst dive through the catcher’s legs. There is screaming from the third base side as the umpires arms stretch out parallel to the ground. Game over.

There I was. Stepping up to the batter's box. As I looked at the scoreboard I saw: bottom of the ninth inning, two outs, and the score was 2-1. We were losing. It's moments like this that make me love the game. The baseball field was an escape, a happy place. I was surrounded with the smell of popcorn and bbq from the concession stand. I could hear the crowd roaring with excitement and my adrenaline was at an all time high. I tasted my flavorless bubblegum as if I had been chewing it all day. The pitcher stepped on the mound, I then raised my bad and got a good grip as i felt the grip of my bat. I seen the baserunner on first get a lead out of the corner of my eye. The pitcher delivered; I seen the ball touch my bat

As the National Anthem was being sung I look to my dad, in the far back by himself, and give him a nod like I do before every game. The game starts and we were right, it was a war. The game was 3-2 we were losing going into the third. And then we score a goal, by my defence partner Scott. We were tied 3-3 with five minutes left. That gave us some life back. I look up at the clock and it's counting down fast. It says three minutes left in the game. As i'm looking up Brandon, my teammate, skates down the sideboard and shoots top shelf. The buzzer goes off. We score! It was 4-3 and everyone was out of their seats.