Personal Narrative Essay: My Sleeting Texas Day

It was the last games of the baseball season. We had are worse pitcher pitching for our team. And they had an ok pitcher pitching. We got to the semi finals and our coach was going nuts. I was in the locker room getting ready for the game and my teammates Austin and Tevan were right next to me also getting ready they were one of the best players on the team.

I took a deep breath. It was the big championship game and we had 10 minutes left on the clock and the score was 10-7 we were down by 3. We had 3 runners on the base and 2 outs I was on deck and Brooke was up to bat. I pulled her over to the side and said “you got this were only down by three and I got your back. We have no outs so take your time and hit the ball.” Brooke said “ok thanks and we got this”. The pitcher threw the ball and Brooke hit the ball. It went straight down the 3rd base line. She got a single and now the score was 10-8, I was up. The pitcher through one right down the middle I hit a line drive right to center field and got a double, MG was running home as fast as lightning and slid into home barely making it. The game was

The bus ride down to Peoria was long, but because of our anticipation we felt like it flew by. The tournament directors threw a banquet for all the participants. Each team had a half an hour practice and then were asked to come to the banquet. The next day after the banquet was our first game. We played Hall in our first game, it was a tough win. We were overcome with excitement and happiness. My team and I were moving on to the championship game. The next day we all were up bright and early with excitement and anticipation. We made it to the fields early so we could practice before the game. the game began with the national anthem giving us a new hope for the game. The other team was tough, the pitcher was striking out all of our hitters. The pitcher also hit four home runs during the game. My team and I lost the championship game, but we still made

July 30, the day I was leaving for California. My mom, my brother, my grandma, and I all leaving for the big trip. After a seven hour plane ride, we arrived. My mother was in line to pick up our rental car, the wait which felt like a million years. Slouching on top of all the suitcases and imaging all my teammates laying out in the sun, swimming and having fun in the water made me feel bitter and antsy. We finally got our car and we were on our way to the hotel. It was another hour car ride, eventually we got to the beach. From there on out my day could not have gotten better. The water was as cold as Antarctica and yet it felt so good against my sweaty skin. At about 5 o’clock my coach decided we would hold practice. The field was in a park it looked like something out of the 1920s Great Depression, homeless people everywhere, but we made best with what we have gained. I had not had anything to eat since 6 o’clock that morning, but being the strong fighter I am, I tried to fight the pain of hunger off and finish through practice and get some food afterwards. Turns out my body could only handle so much, I was standing up painfully fielding the balls hit at

My first year on the team went fairly well, I scored two goals and got a fair amount of playing time and the coach was great, when we were winning. We lost to Nottaway in the Quarter-final of the James River District. The coach might have thought we won with the way I acted because I felt like the luckiest person in the world because I got to play the full game. The rest of the team was sad, frustrated, and one or two even cried due to our 3-0 loss to the team we beat 4-0 earlier in the season. Instead of consoling us or saying we tried our

On October 31st, this was the day when our cyo basketball team schedule came out. As my team (Saint Anthony’s) and I looked on the schedule, we noticed that on December 11th we are playing our friends and their team name is called Saint Augustine's. We knew that if we lose they were going to make fun of us at the lunch table. Our team knew we couldn’t lose that game because it is a humongous rivalry. Our first game was against St.Peters. The location of the game was at St.Anthonys. Usually, the first game is always rusty because we have to remember the plays and some of my teammates were nervous. At the end of the first half we were winning, 16-18. Our coach Kenny, told us to remain in the game and keep fighting because he knew that we were so much better then them.

It all started with softball. It was championship game, we were playing Hessville. Everybody's hearts are racing as we fill up with fear and excitement. It was 5 - 4 we were winning, with a girl on third. “Bing” the ball hit to me at shortstop. I run up to it and throw it home, as I stand in fear waiting to see if she is safe or out. The ump looks and says “she's out” as everybody is cheering. Then they call the name of the next batter.

Seven years ago on a warm summer day I was nine years old and ready to play my first little league baseball game. As I walk up to the batters box with my grey pants and red shirt I stared down the pitcher with a death stare. The first pitch came in and was a ball high, the next few pitches thrown lead to a 2-2 count. In my mind, I was sacred, but physically I wasn’t. When the fifth pitch came in I made contact. I had no clue I hit it until the third base coach was screaming at me to run. It was a good solid hit that got me to first. As I was running to first I had an amazed look on my face. Three outs later we were playing defense and I got to play right field. It was kind of boring until in the last inning of the game a fly ball was hit my

One beautiful sunny day, I had a Little League baseball game. At the time it was very important to me, and I was really focused on doing well, as were the other seven-year-olds. It was our last game of the season, and we were all trying to have fun and to end it with a bang the best we could.

It was the last inning, the count was two balls and two strikes with two outs. Our catcher calls a curveball, I move three steps to my right. Alex is in the stretch, he starts his motion towards home, the runner on first breaks for second base. The pitch is delivered and the ball is hit directly up the middle and over the pitcher’s head, coming from shortstop, I break to my left, I am about to catch the ball when I glance at the runner. He was sliding right into me, I caught the ball, jumped up, and threw the ball while in mid-air. It was a perfect throw, right to the first baseman’s chest. That was it, the game was over, we had just beaten the number one team in the country to advance to the world series! We all threw

It was a hot summer game at 2:00. It was my turn to go on deck. As I reached the on deck circle I observed the pitcher pitch a couple pitches. The first thing that came to my mind was how nervous I was. I was also brainstorming about my approach when I got in the batters box. The crowd and coaches were cheering as I walked up to the batters box. As I was about to step in the box I got a sign from the coach.

In our quaint South Georgia town, football is valued and our team is expected to excel each and every year. We started practicing in late May and continue to practice throughout the summer break all the way up until season started. That year we had 10 new starters on offense including me. Defense, on the other hand, had 6 returning starters including 2 big time players. Valdosta was our opening game. We ended up losing but it was a great wake up call for our team. We then went on to win 5 straight and were the number 1 seed in our sub region. Our 7th game is when everything started going downhill. The game before, we lost a very important impact defensive lineman due to injury. This affected us substantially.

That day will remain etched vividly in my mind forever. It was a hot and humid day. We were playing up that weekend and our first game was on field four against the dominant pleasant hill billies. On the ride there my dad gave me a wonderful pep talk, he told me to not to screw up and that he wasn't going to let me play if I didn't do well, it wasn't anything new so I didn't let it affect me too much.

My team and I were devastated with our performance. We had raced really well in the last three cross-country meets prior to Regionals. We had high hopes for placing well in our region, and maybe had a small chance of continuing to State. To qualify for the State Meet we’d have to place fourth or better as a team at Regionals. Our coach expected our team to finish in the middle of the sixteen teams that competed that day. But when the results came out, we didn’t see Liberty-Benton in 8th place, nor 9th place, nor 10th or 11th. Our team finished dead last in the entire region! How could this have happened? We trained all season, we hydrated, we rested, we did everything right. Or so we thought...

I was apart of a new team and new teammates. With this new team, we became very successful. We hosted our very first state tournament. Our team didn’t do very well as we hoped, we finished in fifth place. We qualified for the regional because we hosted. With this chance to redeem ourselves, we practiced everyday till the time of the regional tournament. We traveled to southern ohio, where we went undefeated and won our age division. With this win we were offered to go to the world series. We took the offer and went to the world series. We came in 4th place, and went home with a trophy. This was the most enjoyable time of my life. Playing softball gave me experiences and fun times I would have never had.