Personal Narrative-Ballball

Decent Essays
THE EIGHT FOOT CIRCLE

“Stand up for what you believe in even if that means standing alone”. When I was younger and got my first opportunity to stand up for myself without anyone pushing me to succeed things didn't go as planned. Although I didn't succeeded I took a lesson from it in the end.

Play ball” the umpire called out as we jogged on to the field. Like every game before I headed for third base. The game begins and I can tell for the start the game wasn't going to go well. “Ball ball ball” an outfielder calls as a ball flies over her head. Another player has a ball roll between her legs. Our pitcher hadn't been pitching the best of games at this point in her life and nothing had changed for this game. All the team tried our best to be encouraging although we were down a lot.

Half way through the game Coach calls out “time Blue”. He marches out on the field with an odd look across his face directed towards me that left me confused but not for long. We all met at the eight foot circle he faces me and said “ Amaya would you like to finish this game for us”. Before I could reply the only other pitcher on the team replys for herself saying “ She has only been pitching for a couple months she can't do better than me. Besides I'm pitching fine it's
…show more content…
For the first time playing softball I felt nervous since I'd got so acquainted to playing third. Attempting to shake off her comment and the nerves I said “umm …… sure Coach”. Then took the ball and threw only one pitch before I turned back to coach. I told him “I can't do it”. He looked at me with a face of disappointment that burned me deep inside but all the other pitcher could do is grin. I jogged back to third base regretting my decision instantly after seeing both of their faces. Each expression worn on each of their faces made me feel week at first but that changed when I looked at the situation from a difference

Related Documents

  • Superior Essays

    Sparks Nevada, golden Eagle Complex. As I got out of the car butterflies began to grow in my stomach. I opened the back door to the car and heaved my big softball bag out. My dad told me good luck as I headed off to go warm up. My eyes wandered as I walked into the complex.…

    • 1214 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Superior Essays
  • Improved Essays

    During the world series on an October evening in 1989, the Giants and Athletics battled for a world title. It was any average play off game in baseball. Lots of excitement, a hostile playing field, and the crowd would cheer over just about anything. Watching the game by himself was Bill Tate, who just got home from a night of work. “It was early in the game, no score yet, when suddenly Al Michaels, the announcer, said ‘What was that?’…

    • 822 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    My All-Star season just ended. I was really upset because I thought that was my last baseball game ever. One of my friends introduced me to a travel ball team. I was very intrigued. I didn't know what travel ball was like…

    • 421 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    It was springtime during the year of 2012, I was just about to start my summer. I was looking on the internet for sports to do in Kaneland, because I wanted to compete at a higher level. But I was not always comfortable with playing on a travel baseball team, but I knew this could be a great opportunity for me, so I took a risk and after all it, payed off. I asked “Dad would you think I would be able to compete and play on the travel baseball team” He smiled “Yes, but one thing I learned when I was young and playing baseball is; it is a game of mistakes, and the only way you can succeed is if you practice over and over to improve.”…

    • 636 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    The game begins, first pitch “strike one” yells the umpire. The crowed starts cheering and my energy level starts to rise higher, I can feel the energy start to take over my legs. The crowd keeps cheering, I jump out of my seat and run over to the dugout to speak the coach. Coach “number 8 is the girl that hits deep to right field but, swings at high pitches”. The coach sends the signal to the pitcher “Strike two” yells the umpire.…

    • 594 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Decent Essays

    The game of baseball has always been in my life since I was a child. My love for the game began when I was five years of age signing up for tee ball at the local little league. As a child, I would imagine myself as a professional ballplayer. I would mimic my idols every chance I had or I would dream of myself being in a critical situation to win the game and to make history. Now, I am chasing my dream by trying to become one of those greats who played the game.…

    • 140 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Improved Essays

    I played sophomore baseball for Senior over the summer. It was the best season I've ever had as a Dubuque Senior High School baseball player. I was the pitcher on the team, also known as the "Ace". Before the last couple of games we had an anonymous team vote on which award people should get. At the end of the season we had a potluck with the varsity team and the sophomore team.…

    • 346 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    I was out. Coach Thompson, who is kind of like my second father, came storming over from coaching third base into the dugout. He was mad and I was mad. He grabbed me by the arms shaking me telling me I did wrong so I pleaded my case.…

    • 693 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    I step up to the plate-palms sweating, heart racing. Two strikes go and now I know I have to hit the next one. The pitcher winds up and “crack!” I’m off to the races.…

    • 529 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Finally, I had the courage to play and man up. The first day I went to softball practice I was so nervous and I knew that I had no clue what I was doing. Every time I started going more often, I felt a little better because my sisters were there, my oldest sister Madison was helping with the team and Jordan was on my team.…

    • 724 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    We ended up popping the ball up 3 straight times to end the inning. They felt really bad. The next inning turned out to be the worst we ever had. It was the top of the 6th inning. Our team gave up 5 hits and 5 runs.…

    • 603 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    I play sports because I think their fun and it’s my favorite thing to do. I play baseball, golf and I wrestle. But Baseball is by far my favorite sports in the world I started playing baseball at a very young age because I remember watching my dad play baseball and both of my uncles played baseball and they were all really good at it and I started playing it and i’ve playing it since I was about 5.…

    • 1201 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    It was dirty, I resisted wiping the dirt again just to give me another minute before my dooming sure failure. For just a moment my mind raced, why was I here? This was not my spot on a field, I was a coach, it was my job to show them how to play. It was my job to whisper silent prayers, jump up and down,…

    • 646 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    My best friend Jenny caught the ball, seeing her face and the skills she has practiced that she was trying hard, being a hardcore player of her own. While being the announcer she is, speaking in her own words of the game. She wasn’t going to say “this was the best run of all history”. We weren’t going to be defeated without a try. “JAY MARTINEZ HITS THE BALL MAKING IT…

    • 1370 Words
    • 6 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    I never expected something bad to happen that day. It was my parents anniversary night, May 11th, 2017, and of course, I had a softball game. We knew that the opposing team was better than us, but we still played hard, until the accident, that is when everything fell apart. My parents anniversary night was on one of my last home games of the season, but not the teams. Our game was at the Hyatt Elementary softball/baseball fields.…

    • 940 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Improved Essays