Personal Narrative: My Last Softball Game

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I am in such disbelief of what has just happened, my mind is blank and I am frozen. Do you ever have moments that change the way you think about yourself? Well, I had one of those moments. It was in the summer of 2017, and it was my last softball game of the season. I woke up that morning ready to beat the Presque Isle Panthers, not knowing what was about to happen. Really, I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep, but I did have a desire to win. As I arrived to the fields that morning my coaches gave us the expected pep talk. During warm up time we were not looking good as a team, thankfully, the other team couldn’t see us. I asked some of the other girls how they were feeling about the game and all of them said they
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His team had just finished playing and he was waiting around to watch our game. His being there put a lot of pressure on me, after this game the season was over and I needed to show off how much better I had become so maybe I could get back on his team. “It’s game time!” one of my coaches yelled as we are walking to the field. It was my last chance to be a stud on this team and show that I can hit the dang ball. I needed to get my team fired up for the game, so it was time to pump up them up with one of the chants we dominate at. We are so loud. “We are the havoc we couldn’t be louder, if you can’t hear us we’ll shout a little louder!” we all screamed one by one until everyone had joined in. I sounded like the odd one out because all the other girls sound like girls when they yell, but I sound like a guy, which made the cheer even louder.
Our first hitter was up, then our second, then our third, you get the idea. Then I was on deck, the other team just had to get an out to be out of the inning. “Looks like you’re leading off next inning Spomer!” my coach yelled to me with a smile on her
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My dad was screaming at me which only made me more excited to crush the ball. Next thing I know, the count is full. I had to do something and do it quick. Next pitch, low, kinda outside, right where I like it. SMACK! went my bat and as soon as I hit that ball I knew it was sailing to the outfield. For a minute I stood in disbelief because of how far the ball traveled and I forget to run. Good thing I’m fast. As I’m running I see the center fielder just stop. I thought, what was she doing? I looked and guess what I see? The ball goes over the dang

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