“Ok, I’ll be there in a minute.” I replied to mom as I scrambled to find my glasses and two hair ties, and I raced out the door.
I jumped into the car, made two pigtails and in after what felt like 10 hours of 80s rock music, we were finally there. I asked my dad how long it took only my dad replied with a laugh, “It only was a 30 minute drive”
I got my softball bag and bolted past Dad as I got my mitt, and sprinted to the field to warm up.” Go to the dugout, the game’s about to start.” Dad shouted. I was so psyched I could burst.
We were up to bat first and I was on deck. Crack! The ball shot across the field. Then I was up to bat. Crack! “GO TWO GO TWO!” exclaimed Dad. …show more content…
I ran to shortstop. “You’re pitcher now! Get your helmet!” yelled Dad from the dugout.
The umpire put the ball in the pitcher machine ”Strike” yelled the umpire.
The ball blasted to third base, but the player advanced to second base. We got three people out so I was up to bat again. “Remember just have fun!” Dad shouted.
The umpire put the ball in the pitcher machine Crack! ”Foul ball!” The umpire declared.
Darn, too far to the left!” I thought. Crack! “GO TWO GO TWO!” Dad yelled again.
Faith is a member of my softball team and is right after me, she would probably hit the ball to the outfield. Faith was up to bat. Wack! I darted to third and dashed to home plate.
The last inning ended, and we finally won, by one run too! I got my gear and cheerfully hopped in the car. My favorite part of the softball game was playing pitcher and the feel of the ball hitting my bat. I will never forget the day we finally won a softball