"Winter's a good time to stay in and cuddle but put me in summer and I'll be a... happy snowman!" Who said that? Olaf! From the movie Frozen. He wanted to be in summer so bad even though he's a snowman. I don't blame him because summer is filled with fun stuff to do. I know that I did a lot of fun stuff and saw a lot of people this summer. The thing and/or highlight of my summer was softball. I play for DeMotte Little League and I am a substitute for Lady Playmakers. So, softball took up most of my summer. But, I love softball so that was the best part. Anyway, back to little league. I played little league all summer. I am a catcher and I played that position all season. I was the only catcher we had so I caught all game every game. I have a mean throw to second and can get about anybody out and I do. I like being in charge and the catcher runs the field every play. That's why catching is the position for me. Our team did alright.. We won half and lost half. We struggled because we didn't have a consistent pitcher so all of the outs were up to me. But I loved my team so it was still …show more content…
So, towards the beginning of June, scouts come to watch us and evaluate us for All-Stars. All-Stars practice start the last week of June and they start games the first or second week of July. I was chosen for All-Stars so my season wasn't over on my last game. I still had All-Stars to look forward to. We played our games in Hessville, IN and the teams that played in the tournament were: DeMotte, Hessville, Wheatfield, and Hebron. Our first game we played Hebron and beat them and I got 7 girls out at second! We played Hessville the next day and lost... very bad. So, we were able to play Hebron again and won. So the next day, Hessville was waiting to kill us and they did.. So out of four teams we were awarded with second. It was a fun experience but I wish we had
Once again, the next year, I was on the All-Star team. This time we were all determined to stay in the tournament and win the championship. We started off lousy, though, making four errors in the first game and losing 4-0. We now had to win every game and beat the last team twice. We did defeat every team we went up against, including the team that beat us the first game, and once again ended up in the championship game.
When I first started playing softball, I never thought I would be where I am today, which is finishing up my senior year of college and still playing softball. I started playing softball at the age of nine, with no skills and only knowledge from watching baseball on television, learning to play a new sport was challenging, but learning to play a sport with teammates was rewarding and tested my willpower and determination for the game. However, through tenacity, patience, hard work, and constantly practicing, my playing ability developed rapidly. Depending on what level of softball I was playing, we practiced anywhere from four to ten hours a week as a team, and individually I would put in two to three hours a day. Although practice didn’t make me perfect, it taught me to never give up and that if I wanted to live my dream as a college softball player, I was going to have to develop the work ethic to get there.
All throughout high school I played on the softball team. Proceeding the season before where we went undefeated with a district championship, my senior year we were supposed to be unstoppable. We received a few new players to add on to our army and the entire school was counting on our run to state. I was so excited to have an amazing end to my high school softball career, but unfortunately my dream was cut short when we lost in the first round of districts. I did not know that loss would change me the way it did.
I have been playing softball since the age of six. From the time I could walk, my dad had me out in our yard teaching me how to swing a bat and throw a ball. Growing up, softball is all I have known. Both of my parents played softball and baseball growing up and in college. They both have taught me everything they know about the sport. Softball has taught me more than the physical aspect of the game. In softball a player can strike out seven out of ten times and still be considered a good hitter. Everyone has rough days, but I have realized that I just need to come back the next day and work harder. My parents have showed me that working hard at it will help me succeed. Whenever I have a bad game, instead of getting down, I take it as motivation to try harder the next time.
What I remember is playing in a softball tournament in 2013 with my travel team. It was championship game day and to me, that day was very important. I was playing outfield and it was a new position for me so I had no idea what I was supposed to do besides catch the ball and throw it in to the middle infielders. I was unaware that the ball would be so slippery from the wet grass, which made it much more difficult to control. As the game continued, it started getting very intense and all we heard was the crowd continuously yelling after every pitch thrown or play made. Soon after the fifth inning began, a shallow fly ball was hit to where I was in left field; I began running for it and all of sudden everything went black. I felt like I had just
I spend six days per week for twelve months straight practicing catching, throwing, and hitting a softball. My friends call me crazy when I have to leave their house at ten o’clock on a Friday night to go play in a midnight madness softball tournament. They think I am insane for travelling to away, out-of-state tournaments each weekend. However, ten years of competitive, travel softball and nearly nine hundred games have molded me into the person I am today. Many people do not understand why I spend the majority of my time playing competitive softball, and they fail to recognize that my entire identity is a result of this sport. However, I am aware that I would not be who I am without it.
I worked very hard every day at practice to show why they needed me on the field. I was so excited when I got to play in my first high school tournament. I had to be a pinch runner for the pitcher and I scored the first point in the game. At the end of the season that yearev, they finally realized we were losing all of our games because of this one girl, so they took her out and put me in and moved everyone’s positions around.
As I layed in my bed on a cold and windy Friday night, i could hear the roar from Fenway park across the street. The Red Sox had a game tonight against their long time rival the New York Yankees. Their games would always be so thrilling and so exciting to be at, i was a young 15 year old boy who like everyone else wanted to be a MLB baseball player. I had always dreamed about playing on that beautiful and playing against those Yankees. Living in Boston mostly everyone here absolutely hates the yankees. I was having a hard time going to bed so i looked outside and was looking at all the people outside walking outside the Ballpark.
It was the beginning of a new softball season, and I couldn't wait to get out there with my team. At our first practice I remember feeling back at home on the field. Just when I thought this was going to be our teams best season, my parents moved me to a private school. Leaving what I was familiar with was not an easy task, and deciding if I would continue my passion of softball with a different team was even more difficult.
Ever since I learned how to talk and walk, I played softball. It didn’t matter if it was a game during recess or during the championships of my Allen Sports Association (ASA) team, I played softball. During the summer of my fifth grade year, my friends and I decided that we would try out for the high school team as freshmen, but when the time came, I was not ready.
After playing three years in the recreational league, I naively believed that my stud-like skills were needed for bigger and better things. Unfortunately, no one told me that I would be the shortest girl at the travel team tryout, by at least 5 inches. Needless to say, I did not make the cut; however, that did not stop me from trying out again, and again, and again. I could not wrap my 11-year-old mind around why I was not qualified to earn a spot on the team. I was the go-to-girl in the recreational league. Heck, I was voted MVP every year.
It happened during a warm night in volonia about to play a game . I was warming up in the outfield and I was warming up with a 12 oz baseball. Why was I warming up with a 12 oz base ball I don’t know? Ok back to the story. So me and another fellow teammate was throwing around a 12 oz baseball and when he threw it into my glove WHACK!! It hit me in the face and I was out cold for about ten seconds then my coach shook and almost had a heart attack. Everyone was freaking out because where the ball hit me it was a little close to my temple. So got up and me and my mom got in my truck and we went to conway to a hospital. When we got there I was hurting and a hour later i'm in the
For the past eight years of my life I have been playing softball. It all started when I was eight years old and my dad took me to my first softball practice. I was thrilled to be playing a sport. My dad grew up playing baseball and his sisters played softball so he was ecstatic when I was finally old enough to play. I loved softball for the first 4 years of playing when it was all fun and games. In middle school softball became harder and more competitive and I slowly started to lose interest in it. I thought high school softball would be different; I would love my teammates, make varsity, and all along have a great first season of highschool softball… I was wrong.
Two years in a row my all-star team from Vidalia traveled to Santé Fe, New Mexico. We got to play against teams from Colorado, East Texas, West Texas and New Mexico. The first year I went my coach forgot that I knew how to pitch. My coach from the summer kept telling him to put me in and they finally listened to him and put me in when they had no other option. We won that game and was able
Growing up, I have always had a passion for baseball. To me, it is much more than just a sport. There have been times when it has acted as an escape from many problems in my life, as I feel that when I am on the diamond, nothing can hurt me. I am aware that many people feel this way about the sport they love, but sadly their careers often come to an abrupt end due to injury. I have a personal connection to this experience. The summer before my fourth grade year I was attending a basketball camp at Davidson College, when in the final seconds of a scrimmage game, my ankle was kicked out from under me. I immediately fell to the ground in pain as my ankle rolled over on itself. Coaches aided me in limping off of the court and to the training room