Today is the second game of the, 2014 baseball state tournament, held in Wahpeton ND. My team and I are so pumped! We get to play our rivals, Fargo. We only hate them, because we play them so much. We drove down to Wahpeton in groups within our team.
A few weeks ago, I was finally able to make my first Georgia Southern baseball game. I am not proud that it took over a year for me to ultimately make a game. I have never been the biggest baseball fan, but I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to see Georgia Southern play the University of Georgia. I was very curious to see how the stadium and field looked, because I heard about the new renovations that the school added in the offseason. I also was interested to analyze how they promote their sponsors, because I will be doing the same thing when I start my internship this fall, at East Coweta High School.
There was a girl named Lula she was always at the softball field. Every time she went to the softball field it reminded her of sweat,dirt and it was always hot and sunny every day she was at the softball field. She had a coach with brown hair and his name was coach stone. But one day her coach was coming to the fields coach stone said “glad to see you Lula” then they heard a stomp BANG! CLASH!
This past weekend my softball career came to a complete end. I have spent the last 15 years of my life putting in the hard work, dedication, and endless effort that has brought me to where I am today and I couldn't be more thankful. I have made many friendships along the way that will last a lifetime, and memories that I will cherish forever. Although I'm sad that it has come to an end, I am ready for a new chapter in my life to begin. I want to thank all my coaches and teammates for the continuous support on and off the field, and pushing me to the limits I never thought I could reach.
“Unfortunately, Jack, there will not be many opportunities for you this year.” Seconds after being told I had made the varsity baseball team, I did not expect my coach to so bluntly tell me I would be spending more time watching the game than playing it. Our state ranked team had a pitching staff full of Division 1 commitments and future MLB draft picks, and I was being told I did not measure up. The bench became my best friend.
I have been interested in baseball ever since I was three, I went to a cardinals game and I got a monkey. I know it sounds weird but they had a monkey with velcro hands and feet and I would hang him around my neck all the time. I still have the monkey today.
One instance in particular stands out though. I had asked if I was going to catch that night and the coach, to my surprise, said yes! I was written in for the sixth inning, which was second to last because we only played seven, and boy was I excited! Well, the 6th inning rolled around, and the game wasn’t going exactly in our favor, but I was confident that we would win. I got up and stretched and was about to start gearing up when coach called me over.
First home run Crack! The ball flew off the bat and went as high as a bird in the sky. Aaron is a young 11 year old boy who loves playing baseball whenever he can. Every Time that he would step up to the plate he was always swing for the fence and dreamed about hitting the ball over and seeing all the fans cheer as he rounded the bases. All of times Aaron had played he never had home run but was always close sometimes hitting the wall just short of the ball going over it: but today that was about to change.
Throughout the years of playing softball, my commitment grew not only on the field with my teammates, but also independently to make me become a better player
I could sense the butterflies creeping up into my stomach. It was the first day of golf tryouts and I was so nervous. I acted like I was not because I did not want to seem like I was scared. The air was dead, scorching and my butterflies were swarming. As I looked about, everyone around me appeared to be very good at golf, and knew exactly what they were doing.
It was pouring cats and dogs when I arrived at Village Sports, the local hockey rink I play at. I arrived an hour early so I could warm up before the game started. I was wearing my team sweatshirt and warm up pants. The team we were playing was one of the best teams we played all year. So, as you can imagine , I was very nervous and shaking as if I had just chugged 8 cups of coffee.
I am a creature of habit; big changes scare me. This is something that has really dominated my personality for the past couple of years. When I was going into the eighth grade, I moved from Richmond, Virginia to Phoenix, Arizona, a place where no one knew who I was and very few were willing to try and figure me out. I had lived my entire life in Richmond and was very unwilling to move. I think this is where my personality really began to evolve.
As soon as I step on that red dirt all my worries, problems, and thoughts leave for the 2 hours that I am on the field. Softball has meant so much to me because I struggle with school, I’m not artistic, and I can’t really play any instruments, so without softball I wouldn’t have anything. Softball is the one thing I’m good at and I love playing it. When I step on the red dirt with the other eight girls we work together and we put aside our differences for 2 hours. Those two hours with the other girls make softball so much more enjoyable because they love the game as much as I do and it is truly amazing how sports brings people together.
As the softball season went on I learned that there are times when you. As well I learned that it is not all about winning, but experiencing what is to play on a team. During this time I made a lot of friends. And that just part of my story.
I had just knocked in two RBI (run batted in). From the chalked-up dirt to the fresh cut grass, a softball field is always a place I love to be. No matter where I am in life I can always rely on softball to make me feel better. I started this physical activity in 5th grade. I found out that I love the sport and was exceptional at it.
