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Personal Narrative Essay On Softball

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Some people just think softball is as simple as someone swinging a stick, hitting a ball, and trying to get back to where they started. They don’t see what softball really means to someone like me. Someone who has dedicated their life just to be able to play on that field at a certain level. Someone who wants to go to college and play the sport that they love. Well, I play softball because of the love I have for the sport. Everytime I step on that softball field the feeling overwhelms me. When I step onto that softball field I receive the drive to make myself better. Not just as a softball player, but also as a person. All of the emotion, thoughts and feelings I get make me want to work hard towards my goals. There is one particular game where …show more content…

It was the day of our most important playoff game of the year. The team checked and double checked that we had everything we needed. Brittany yelled, “Chelcie you need to check again”.
I exclaimed, “I got it all! Let's go!”
We all loaded the bus put our bags in the seat right behind the driver's seat like always, and we were on our way.
When we got to the field we still had a while until we had to get off the bus to warm up. We kicked Coach Whiddon and Coach Short out so we could change and started getting ready. First everyone started putting on their uniforms, and then we had to put on our eye black. Everybody was trying to get toward the mirror so they could see themselves. All of the girls walked up to the small mirror and sighed, “Oh my gosh my hair is so messed up”
Another person walked up and said, “My eyeshadow is everywhere!” Then there was the girls like me that walked up, put on my eye black, fixed my hair and was done with the mirror. When everybody was finally ready someone yelled, “I brought the blue glitter for our eyeblack! Come to the back of the bus to get some”. Everybody put their glitter on and started walking to the field to warm …show more content…

We hit first and the first two batters got struck out. It was then Carley’s turn and she hit the ball to left field and got a single. Then, it was my turn to hit. I stretched my arms one last time before I got into the box. I threw my hand up behind me to let the umpire and RC know that I was not ready. As I stepped into the box I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest. I got set and loaded and smiled at RC. I could taste the amazing hit that was coming. I just knew I was about to stroke it out of the park. She started her wind up and threw the ball. The first two pitches she threw were balls. I got the sign from Coach Whiddon, and stepped into the box. RC started her wind up and threw the ball on the inside corner of the plate and I fouled it off. The same thing happened with the next pitch. The count was then two balls, and two strikes. My heart started pounding even harder. I bowed my head and drew a cross in the dirt and said a small prayer before I stepped in the box again. I took a deep breath and stepped in the box. I sat my bat on my shoulder and smiled at RC once again. I loaded my bat to let her know I was ready. She started her wind up and threw a changeup on the outside corner of the plate. I locked my eyes on the ball, and swung my bat. I took my hands to the ball, and snapped my wrists as the bat hit the ball. As I followed through the ball flew over the first baseman's and the

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