Personal Narrative On Playball

Imagine standing on a softball field expected to perform at the age of 5. Even though the butterflies in my stomach were starting a war, nothing was going to stop me from stepping on that field to play my first tee ball game as a Little Tiger. Fans cheered, but what I noticed most was a little boy in the outfield picking his nose. Standing in the box, I was terrified; the field looked huge. I had never seen anything like this before, but I knew that the little boy was the person I needed to hit the ball to, so I hit the ball as hard as I could. The ball went soaring through the air like a bird on fire. Dropping from the air, it rolled to the fence. At that time, I knew I had fallen in love with the game of softball. I was smiling from ear to ear, I couldn’t believe I had hit the ball that far! Both sides screamed, yelled, and shouted with excitement. Was all this commotion for me? I rounded first, but I couldn’t go to second because my teammate, Kylie Leach, didn’t run. I didn’t know what she was doing. Sadly, the batter after me hit a ground ball to the pitcher, and the other team threw him out at first.

This time, Mac rolled it right down the pike. A meatball. My foot connected and the ball soared off into the distance. It went over the infield and above the center fielder's head, bouncing off the blue bench where we had made teams, and into the bushes. It was a great kick, and a terrific way to start off a game. I ran, as fast as lightning, my legs a machine, pumping towards first base. Then, I slowed to a mild jog when I saw the outfielder just getting the ball. I was Coming around second and heading to third, when Matt Weed, the third baseman, stuck out his leg and tripped me, with a smirk on his face. The ball was passed into the cut off man, who ran over and tagged me. I was not worried. Surely, Seth had seen Matt trip me and would grant me an extra base. Then, common sense hit me; I was talking about

Every one was stretching and doing hitting practice. Unfortunantly I was not gonna pitch this game. The game finally started and in the first inning the pitcher was giving up so many runs. Eventually he got three outs and the score was 4-0. When we went up to bat we scored no runs unfourtanatly and the coach was kind of mad at us. When we went back on the field our pitcher gave up one more run and the coach decided to take the pitcher out and switch him out with the first base men. Also i was playing 3rd base throught the game. The new pitcher threw really hard and was striking everyone out, and because of that the inning went by really fast. When we went up to to hit this time we started scoring runs on the other team and when the pitcher finally got us out we had already done all the damage and the score was all tied up. The other team was scoring no more runs because of the dominate pitcher we had on the mound. However, for some reason we couldnt score no more runs against the other team, even when we had runners on base we couldnt do nothing, they

I smacked the ball over the right fielder but it seemed as that time slowed down, I felt as the ball was lost in space. As i realized it was gonna be a hit I turned on the wheels and sprinted off. Once I got to first I knew I had a easy triple so i rounded 2 and head for third. When I was running to third I looked at coach and he was telling me to go home. I could not believe what I was seeing, I knew it was gonna be close so I ran as hard as I could. As I got closer to home plate I saw the catcher preparing to catch the ball so I slid head first. Then there was silence then the umpire shouted “safe”.

But that time was short because my team decided to go down one, two, three. So I took the mound and countered with my own one two three half inning. I began to methodically work my way through the opposing team’s lineup, until I hit a snag in the top of the fourth inning. Two walks and an error later and the bases were juiced up with no outs. I tried not to show panic, because if was rattled, my team would know it and become antsy too and I did not want that to happen. So just began to pitch again like nothing happened. The next pitch, a fast ball down the middle the fourth hitter smashes down the left field line. But out of nowhere, my third basemen snags it out of the air and touches third. Two outs just like that. With much excitement, I went on to strike out the last hitter and walk in the dugout

Then in the fourth inning we scored one more run making it five to three going into the bottom of the fourth at this point I was beyond scared because the coach told me to be ready to pitch. In the bottom of the fourth inning they scored one more run making it five to four we did not score in the top of the fifth and in the bottom of the fifth West Central got their first two batters on base. The coach walked on to the mound and motioned to me that I was going to pitch. I was very scared; all I was trying to do was throw strikes which I did, we got out of the inning without them scoring. Then the bottom of the sixth came where again their first two batters got on base, I thought I am going to lose the state championship for my team, but somehow I struck out next three batters. When the bottom of the seventh came and we were still ahead, I knew that we were going to win I was not scared at all anymore. I got the first three batters out to win the championship the team’s first ever state championship.

Running back and forth on and off the field, trying to score as many runs as each side could when batting. Then when it came to defense, we tried our best to not let the Braves score any runs. Around the top of the fourth inning is when it all started. I was up to bat. The first pitch came in, I swung the bat and the ball escalated into the air, landing out by the fence in the right center gap. I was running as fast as I could to at least get to second base. I slid into the bag and the umpire yelled, “Safe!” I was super excited and my adrenaline was pumping like no other. I was so anxious to score it was unreal. Now there was one out, I’m still on second base. Cora Blume is up to bat, and kills a line drive into the left center gap. When a line drive is hit usually you get off halfway or at least enough where if they drop the ball you can make it to the next base, or you can get back if they catch it. Next thing I know the girl makes an

My teammate runs over from first base to second, as I hear my name called out. I get out of the dugout, as I walk out my coach urgently talks to me. He yells at me: “Just focus. Focus only on the ball.” My heart beating, crowd watching, and my bat up high, I see the pitcher starting to take off. “My only option”, I say to myself. I see the ball coming right toward the middle. I take a swing, the ball tips my bat, as I stood there like it was about to end. I take one of my biggest decisions in my life, as the pitcher makes a fastball up high. All of the sudden, the fear goes away. I have confidence. All I hear is the sound that the bat makes when it hits the ball. The moment I open my eyes, I see the ball going high up into right field. The ball hits the ground, as my vision gets blurred by my tears.

When I got outside the coach told me to go and play 1st base. While I was running to 1st base

The pitcher let the first pitch fly, I let it pass me as it bounced on the plate. The catcher stopped the ball and tossed back like she had thousands of times. The next pitch flew in. It was half way to me when I swung, I knew it was the one. The bat connected with the ball in the lower right corner. I didn’t even look before I bolted towards the first. I turned my head and saw the ball was anywhere near second yet, so I turned and ran even faster towards second. Before I knew it the ball had gotten into third, stopping me at second, but getting all three of my teammates in. I looked over and saw my parents cheering, and a smile grew on my face. The next batter knocked me in easily and we were up fifteen to six. I knew we could keep

The next day rolled around. Game day. I was too excited to eat anything at all. I got to the bus, and I sat by my pitcher. It felt like the bus ride took years. Once we got there, I warmed up my pitcher, my nerves eating me alive. My coach tells us that it’s time to start the game. I was so nervous, I was having second thoughts about catching the game. But, I did it anyways. I put my gear on, and went out to the field, greeting the umpire on the way out. I get in my catcher’s position, ready for the pitches

I came in feeling confident and I had their last hitters coming up, seven, eight, nine, and ten. They lead off the inning with a single. Now, their eight hitter steps in, and it’s a ground ball to third! We could turn two here, but the third baseman kicks the ball and everyone’s safe. But hey, life ain’t fair.

I step into the batter’s box and look out at the mound. The pitcher stares in for the signal. The count is 2-2. We are losing 3-0, but the bases are loaded. A home run would win it, and even a double could tie it. The pitcher lifts his left leg and releases the ball. I pick up on the spin. It’s a curveball. I rear back and whip my bat through the strike zone as hard as I could. Solid contact. The sound was music to my ears as the ball shot off the bat and into the night sky. I dropped the bat and sprinted towards first base, not taking my eyes off the ball. It kept sailing and sailing until it dropped over the fence. Grand slam. I slowed my sprint to a jog and watched as my teammates poured out of the dugout to celebrate. I smiled as I passed

Before we knew it school was starting, and I finally got to play on the high school team with my brother. It just seemed excitement was in the air from the first day. The games started and we were playing good, stacking up the wins. Our first game of the season was at Achille, and I hit a homer while my brother was on base. It was a great feeling to watch him score on my hit! Before long, people were saying, “you better not sleep on that combo!” We had always lived and breathed baseball. I quickly became the second best pitcher on the team running a close race behind my brother. If he was pitching, I

I look over at Bubba and all he did was nod his head. I gave Cody the sign for a knuckle ball. The undertaking drop on the ball was astounding. The big kid swung out of his shoes sending him to the dugout. I popped it around the infield with