The crack of a bat, the whistle in the wind. This ginormous yellow orb flies through the sky at a rate faster then comprehending. The rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. The fire in your eyes ready to implode. Softball is an experience I will never forget. For twelve years this was my life. I was born and raised in the Indianapolis area up until age thirteen. We lived in one house for thirteen years, seems like a lifetime. The walls full of secrets, the carpet full of mistakes. When I was about five years old my parents signed me up for tee ball. At the time, I wasn’t very skilled nor knew nothing about anything. As a toddler you learn to cry and get your way, but I was easy to grow out of that. By age ten, I was rolling around in the dirt at the softball diamonds, or as my father likes to call it “picking daisies.” In 2011, I became more serious than ever in the sport I loved. I played for the Ben Davis Recreation League, and felt like I was a professional. Our season had just started a few weeks before and this was probably our third game. I remember this game just as it was yesterday. The air was crisp and cool, the leaves were bright yellow. It was a perfect day for a softball game. Being the home team, we were on the field first. I took third base as my usual position and three outs came and went faster than you would’ve thought. It was now time to take the batting position, I was in the middle of the lineup. When I came up to bat, I was struck by a ball
The dirt that sticks to your cleats after it rains, the heat from the beating sun comes down on your face. Softball is one of my favorite sports. I’ve been playing the game for about 7 years now. I love the feeling of joy when you get new equipment, and I love some of the girls. Some of the girls were just plain rude, and mean. You didn’t want to be around them. Even though you might love the game I learned you also have to respect the people you are playing the game with each day.
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.
I enjoy helping others pursue their passions and achieve their goals. Softball is a sport that has taught me many important life lessons including teamwork, leadership, and dedication. As softball is a sport that has taught me so much, I spent several weeks of my high school summers volunteering at softball camps. It was always rewarding to see the young girls discover their passion for the game just as I did when I was their age.
Each of my years playing softball has been a momemtous experience for me. Indeed, I have learned valuable lessons about life. I have not only gained experience on how to approach different life situations, but the game has also provided an insight of me. In other words, softball has impacted my life and will also shape my future. Therfore, this will seek to discuss some of these impacts contributions to my life.
When I was playing travel softball for Angels Fastpitch in my second year of ten and under softball, this memoir began. My coach would not play me much because he said I was not good enough, he said I could not catch. He said many other things all were horrible. The emotions that came
Softball ruled over my life from the time I was five years of age until I was fourteen. According to the people who had watched one of my games, I played first base phenomenally and had some wonderful at bats when I focused on centering my power to hit the ball with all the force I could muster. Unfortunately and fortunately, my father coached every team I played on from T-ball to fast-pitch. At every game, he observed my mechanics and hand-eye coordination, and this pulled memories of watching my brother hit numerous home runs and make game-winning outs from his mind. On nearly all of the car rides home, he would tell me “You remind me so much of Dusty. I see him the way you throw, in the way you hit the ball, and the way you present
The first pitch came in. ¨Ball outside,’’ the umpire said as I stepped out of the box to take a breather. The second pitch came in as a Strike as I tried to get a hack at it but it broke across the plate. I stepped out of the box to regain my composure. Bases loaded 1 out. The third pitch came in and was a fastball that was traveling across the plate at 72 miles per hour, but I got my bat on it at the right time and the ball was in the outfield in a matter of seconds. The ball rolled passed the outfielder as I ran the bases as fast as I could. The outfielder struggled to get the ball in and threw to the cutoff man. By the time he got it in I was already at third for a straight up triple to score three runs to tie it up . “ Timeout,” I called as I took off my helmet and got ready to pitch.Jose took my place to pinch run for me as I needed to start warming up to pitch.
It started with the whistling of the bat speeding through the air, and then crack! The ball rocketed into the lush blades of grass in deep center field. The Keller baseball tryouts jolted into progress as we watched the upper classmen bat.
At the beginning of the Softball season, I had a horrible pitch, now after a ton of practice, I can finally get a perfect pitch. I always wanted to be a pitcher because there were only two pitchers on my team. But it was me against my coach and my team. Would the coach approve my pitch? Would the team accept me as a pitcher? Read my story to find out.
Never knowing what pitch is going to come next is always an adrenaline rush while standing in the batters box. Fast pitch softball is a game that has physically and mentally changed my life for the past eleven years. It involves two teams, one who is home and the other who is away. The game consists of seven innings on a softball diamond. There is an upper half and lower half of each inning. The upper half begins with the home team on the field, consisting of nine players in the appropriate positions, and the away team at the plate batting with only nine to ten people in the roster. Offense is a major key to win a game. Making contact with the ball is probably the most difficult and frustrating thing in the world, because you just never know where the pitch is going to end up. There are many techniques to hitting, but we need to get down to the basics first.
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.
The day I heard about baseball i really wanted to play it. If i picked a position it would be first baseman because of the get to touch the ball a lot. i've hit a homerun before. the ball went so high in the air the sun made it look like it disappeared. The next day my mom went to sign up for the babe ruth league for newton. i played short stop. at the end of the season i had 13 home runs. me and my father and mother were both surprised at how many runs i had, i had 21 runs and 13 of those were home runs. then the next year i signed up again and this time i was my favorite position, first baseman. when the season was over i had 42 runs and 15 of those were home runs. Then my dad said i should play football so now i was laying baseball
57,308,738 square miles of land on earth and there is only one place, a small percentage of all that land, where I can be completely content. The grass reminds me of summer. The dirt reminds me of injuries and sweat. The softball field is one place I can go to at any point and time and find myself thinking much clearer. Ever since I was really young I have spent most of my time on a softball field, whether it was practice, games, or for personal gain. It seems as though it runs in my family, the diamond being a home away from home. The diamond gives me this sense of relaxation and security. Stepping on the field and realizing how much one person can learn in a matter of time makes me think how much I can learn about other things like engineering and medical
I started playing travel softball when I was twelve years old when a man I had known for several years named Byron asked me to play on his team. Travel ball requires you to have much more knowledge about the game in order to be successful. At this level, we had to begin to use signs while batting and other terminology while playing defense. Byron had been around the game of softball for years and had tons of knowledge to share with his players. For example, when we were working on defense at practice, Coach Byron would hold up a sign that would say something like “6-4-3.” All of the defenders on the field would have to know what that meant so they could execute the play. In this case, it meant we were supposed to turn a double play. It occurred
I walked into the cold, musty smelling room as my coaches all stared at me with big smiles on their faces. The bright lights, as bright as the sun, hung over my head and the odor of dirty cleats stained the furniture and walls. Softball is a very hard, complex sport with many skills that you have to know how to do. All over the walls