Personal Narrative: Dodgeball

It was a normal spring night and my baseball game had just started. It was senior night and I was pitching, we had just finish the first half of the first inning. My teammate struck out, it was my turn to hit, I swung for the ball and my leg popped twice. I went down and didn't get back up, My leg was stuck to my chest and I couldn't move it. The visiting team's coach was an EMT he ran over and said ¨this is going to hurt¨ and pulled my leg straight. What had happened was when I swung the bat my leg didn't move and my kneecap dislocated and instead of my ligaments tearing, they stretched and broke my kneecap. This was a challenge for me because this was the first time I had never broken a bone in my life. I went to the doctor and he said nothing was wrong, so my

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.

“Every strike brings me closer to the next home run”(Babe Ruth). I was wondering how much baseball really affected my life and the choices I make. The answer is a lot, and it still continues to leave a mark on this life I love. Over the many years of my involvement in the game I have learned that life is full of ups and downs. Baseball teaches people to bounce back from negatives, this I believe.

I step up to the plate. The hot lights of the Mets stadium hit my face. Clayton Kershaw was pitching. He is the best pitcher in the MLB. The pitch comes. It was a slow hanging curveball right over the middle. I swing will all my might. I hear the crack of the bat and I see the ball fly over the fence. I trot around the bases and I am approaching home plate. I step on home then I wake up.

Blood, sweat and tears. All for one sport you love. Going to the fields, putting my cleats on and batting.(Cumulative) From the time I stepped on the diamond, I knew softball was going to be something I was good at. Usually most people start off playing t-ball and work their way up to the big leagues. Not me. I started my third grade year. Of course I was hesitant (nervous), but I got over that fast enough. I played every position possible. I was a strong hitter (usually making it on base every time). But that’s 10 u. Over the years, I became exceptionally good at softball. I had many compliments on how good I was. Parents were telling my parents how good I was. But that was only the beginning.

We were in the streets of the neighborhood, Ann Elizabeth to be exact. We had just began to play a game of baseball with my brothers new metal bat. Mom had already left for work and my dad was getting ready to leave as well. He was running sort of late. My brother and I were about to start the game, we check around us to make sure no one was near us to play a safe game. We saw our little sister and brother at the front doors neighbor's house playing with their daughter last time we checked. As my brother threw the baseball, I was getting ready to swing then bam! Before I knew it the bat had already crashed into my little brother's head. Let me remind you that this was a metal bat. A metal bat had ran cross my little brother's head. I was so terrified. My little brother was only 4 at that time. I did not know what to do. I held him in my arms. He was still conscious. I was holding my hand over his open wound. He bled a lot. My other brother had ran to let my dad know. My dad came rushing outside,

Until I became a high schooler my dream was to grow up always playing softball. Softball was my all time favorite sport to play. My dream was to be a softball athlete my entire life. When I was younger I started playing as a little kid and I grew up playing until my sophomore year in high school. I played on and traveling team and started on the high school team practicing and playing with all my closest friends. I played for DeWitt and Maquoketa and I had fun both way. I always tried to stay active in it.

Up until the day after Thanksgiving weekend this year, I had never done any sport beside softball (Well, beside soccer and dance, but that only lasted until I was 6 or 7). Don’t get me wrong, I was not inactive or anything, I just had only done one organized sport. I loved softball and I felt really comfortable playing because I knew exactly what was going on. Also, I am not one to try out new things all the time. But I decided to try winter track out. I felt decently comfortable running and I knew it would help my performance in softball in the spring and summer. So I went for it. A few of my friends also were doing it, so I felt a little better. On the first day of practice I actually had fun. We did a bunch of fun exercises, most of which

As the crowd was cheering as the game went on I was on the edge of my seat. At the time my family was visiting California for the first time. We all had a blast and before we wanted to leave all of us wanted to go to a baseball game. As we were walking to the stadium all of the hard core fans were getting hyped for the game. All of them playing games in the parking lot.It felt like I was meant to be at the game. I was rooting for the angels at the time because the rest of the crowd was. My dad was taking pictures of the players throwing,catching,and making plays. I remember as the game was getting close to the end that I had to get cotton candy. Cotton candy was one

There was this one time my parents and my family went to LA, and I was here. They went to go watch the Dodger game. They left and I was here with my grandma. They stayed for a week in LA. It was actually pretty good without them. They were there on a nice vacation. The last thing they did is go watch the dodger game. After they watched the game, they went straight on the car and hit the road. I know for a fact that none of my siblings like wearing their seatbelts, so they don’t ever put them on. What my father told me was he was stuck in traffic for almost 2 hours. After he got out of traffic, he then started accelerating the gas because he was relieved that he got out of traffic. Then a car comes out of an exit and he cuts off my dad. My dad

when I played baseball I was so happy to play baseball because I love to hit things with a bat and I ask my dad if I could and then he was happy I wanted to play sports. When me and my dad went to sigh a paper my dad filled out my information my dad filled in the name box and the last name box then he filled out the age box. Then he had to bring me to practice at 3:30 to 4: 45 every day after school and I went to my coach he told me the basic have your foot that you don’t use and your strong arm back so you can hit the ball with the bat and use all you might get lucky and you can hit a home run. So it was our first game then I played at first base so when it was the other team their batter hit the ball the outfielder ran for the ball got

When I arrived, the physical therapists were extremely friendly and asked me how I injured myself. I explained with a smile, “I was playing basketball, and I went up for a pass and came down wrong on my knee.” Time went by, and they continued to chat with me, as well as, do some painless exercises to help my range of motion; likewise, they were very gentle, because it was my first day after surgery. When doing different exercises, I had to take my brace off, so I could move my knee better. Since it was my first time, I was extremely panicked, because it was all so new for me, and I didn’t want anything to go wrong. The therapist saw the worry on my face and said, “Don’t worry, everything will be fine, I won’t hurt you.” With that being said, I felt more comfortable and took off my brace and began doing the different exercises with the guidance of the therapist, and as soon as I was done doing a various amount of different activities; the therapists gave me ice to ice my knee for a certain amount of time. Going to therapy three times a week, helped me strengthen my knee and also encouraged me to get back out on the basketball

It was a surprisingly sunny, warm afternoon day for Washington and everything was feeling great on the baseball field. My team and I jogged over to the outfield to go over the SAME old warm-up routine. As we were about to start I noticed that my boisterous friend Jayden Bunch had a bat and ball in his hand.

I suffered a knee injury last year and believe me a Band-Aid was not enough. I was running my dog on a regular basis and I always would stretch each time. I completed my run and just thought I would wait to later, to stretch. The stretching technique never happened, time went by and I started to feel pain in my knee. The pain grew to a pain level of 10 on and off. The pain concerned me because of my age, at the time of the injury I was 56 years old (Although, I don’t look it) however, I realized that sometime as you age the healing process takes longer. The pain really was intense now and I started to feel sad, for I knew something was wrong with my knee. This meant going to have my knee checked which I dreaded going to a hospital.

I don’t really have a scariest moment in my life, so I’ll just tell the story of my most recent scary moment. It took place at school, which is already scary enough. It was Monday September 26. I was in gym class and we were playing dodgeball. We already played a couple rounds and my team was dominating. Everyone was just having a fun time until the incident happened.