Narrative Essay On Softball

Softball isn’t all smiles and winning. Sometimes things could almost get sweet. For instance, we were the first team to ever beat Gladstone. I remember it was the second game of the season and we were playing at the dome. I remember Zeke punching the air, “Hell yeah! That’s what I want to see!” and telling us we didn’t have to clean up the equipment because we had won. We went home on a high, so incredibly proud to be on that team.

I looked around the large dim room, I was so confused as to why they were asking this. I was kind of happy with softball, but I see how they are worried. I don’t really like this team anymore. I wondered if they had noticed that.

Though the practices performed within softball literacy do not immediately seem as if they should be considered a literacy practice, according to two of the six propositions about the nature of literacy, it is. Not only does it involve the physical performance from a play, but also includes formal writings, new rules and regulations, and offer different rules in different countries. For me, softball was something that has made me who I am today. Whether it be the welcoming community or the constant push to make myself better at the game.. Softball literacy is also filled with artifacts that make us a community within our team and a community with other softball players.

Softball is a growing sport for girls within the United States. Whether you are an 8-year-old girl, to a senior in college softball, it’s a sport that many are attached too. A new form of hitting came into play during the 2005 Women’s College Series. Slap hitting is a new form of hitting that changed the way the game of fast-pitch softball is being played. Slapping changed the way coaches and players think about how they are going to field a slap hitter. This form of hitting is becoming a major role within fast-pitch softball. When I got the opportunity to learn how to slap hit I was excited to gain this ability. With practice, patience and determination, I began to learn the hitting style that I use today.

As soon as I made my very first varsity baseball appearance, I knew that I had to be the very best I could be or there was never going to be a chance of ever putting on that white and maroon crisp cleaned dri-fit Russel number 18 jersey. My heart was beating beyond faster than it should be at my first at bat because I had always heard “Just wait you haven't seen nothing yet, wait till you face them varsity pitchers.” Players older than me had constantly been saying that throughout my freshman season and it kept repeating over and over in my head like a broken record. Although I had studied the pitcher and had seen with my very own eyes, he wasn’t as good as everyone talked him up to be. I was still overawed and very nervous about messing up.

Softball is a sport that is known throughout the United States and the world. Softball originated on Thanksgiving Day in Chicago in 1887. The game was actually said to have begun as an indoor game. Softball was started by a group of men who had gathered at a club to watch the Harvard vs. Yale football game. When the news came that Yale had defeated Harvard, 17-8, one Yale supporter, overcome with enthusiasm, picked up an old boxing glove and threw it at a nearby Harvard alumni, who promptly tried to hit it back with a stick. This gave George Hancock, a reporter for the Chicago Board of Trade, an idea. He suggested a game of indoor baseball. Naturally, Hancock's friends thought he was talking about playing a game outdoors, not indoors.

When I showed up to softball tryouts at the beginning of my senior year, I was convinced that I was going to be put on the junior varsity team for the fourth consecutive year. I was sure that I would never be moved up to varsity, regardless of how hard I played. My junior year I was embarrassed to be one of only two juniors on J.V. I was so self-conscious, that I had considered quitting so that I wouldn’t be the only senior not on varsity. However, I decided that quitting would be more humiliating than being on J.V. and forced myself to play my final season of softball. I showed up to tryouts the first week of school, and I played with every ounce of effort that I had. When teams were announced, I was legitimately shocked to find out that I

The softball field was painted with players. (Passive) They were the coaches daughters. I'm not really a self-effacing (shy) person, but that day, I was. When the scrimmage began, I was put on third base and fourth batter. No big deal at all. I was use to those positions. It was as easy as A.B.C. (Simile). I have done this a thousand times before (hyperbole). One thing that was cool though was there was another Marissa on the team. I got stuck with the nickname Mo so they weren't confused. The scrimmage went well and I started to slowly talk with some girls on the team. One was from Polson which is about 15 minutes North of Ronan. I really fancy (enjoyed) these girls. I traveled to down to Missoula twice a week for practice. We usually practiced in a gym in the winter time. More on the fields in the spring time.Over the course of those practice times, I got use to the girls real fast and they made me feel needed (wanted). Also at those practices, i became better at batting, fielding, and throwing.(Balanced) We really enjoyed the summer season. we didn't win much, but it was still an amazing season with some amazing

Softball has always been my favorite sport. It’s the fast pace of my heart as I’m rounding the bases, fast as lightning, making contact with the corner of the grungy white bases with a heavy coat of red dirt layering the edges, prepared to dive into home base, the sound of the bat making solid compact with the bright, attention grabbing yellow ball, the smell of the dew delicately resting on the fields of green grass, giving everyone a relaxed feeling of being in nature.

Although it would have been easier at the time to stick with what I knew, I wouldn’t let the doubt of others instill itself in my mind. I continued to work hard, excited to prove myself when given the opportunity, with and dedication and determination I knew I had the ability to create my own luck, my chance would come soon enough. And it did. My second year of high school softball rolled around and I knew my chance had arrived. Our only third basemen graduated and it was my turn to prove myself. I wasn’t perfect by any means, but my hard work and dedication that I had put into the sport proved undeniable. At the end of the season I had received first- team all-metro, first- team all-league, and honorable mention all-region, for third

did things people asked me to, but nothing more than what was expected. I faced very few setbacks. School was great and I put little effort into it, and still earned decent grades. Within softball I was working at an acceptable pace. Every now and then I wondered what I could achieve with a little effort. I had a pretty good attitude towards life and was proud of who I was. I lived up until 7th grade with thinking I was doing fine. It became an issue when I would want to be better at things, but I did not want to try hard.

I joined a softball team loosely resembling a movie out at the time, “The Bad News Bears”. I joined at the Harlem Community Center (HCC), but there were not enough boys for a league, so we formed a team in the Northwest Community Center league. The HCC sponsored us as well as having provided uniforms. We were not part of the community center for which we played. Yet, were as good as most of the teams were playing, a few players on the team were good, many were mediocre and there were the terrible players. I was not good enough to be

It was a warm summer evening and I was on the ride to my softball practice with my mom. She helps out the coach when she can so she went to the field with me to get ready for practice. My entire team was pretty much there so I got my cleats on and started to warm up right away.After I was done warming up, I played catch with one of my teammates to loosen my arm.

We had just started the last summer break before our first year of high school starts before Michael started interfering with our relationship. Bradley is a lover of baseball and has baseball games every weekend, but I, Kelsey had either basketball or volleyball practice or a game every day of the week day. Considering we were both busy at different times it made it hard for us to see each other. We tried to go to each other's games as much as possible, but one baseball game changed it all.

We all have some type of sports story growing up, either you were playing or just watching, you have some story to tell. I have been playing sports ever since I can remember, I started when I was little and then I just never stopped. I played basketball, volleyball, and my favorite sport softball until sadly something happen. Softball had always been my sport and I was planning on playing college ball but the winter of my sophomore year of high school that all stopped.