“Nice swing,” hollers Jeremy, my softball coach, as he places another ball into the pitching machine (6). One after another, I can hear the nice sound of the crack of my bat as I drill line drives up the middle.
“Let’s end on a good hit,” Coach calls out. He puts the ball in the machine and I take a vigorous swing. The ball flies with power straight over my coaches head.
“Okay, I’m good with that one!” I say proudly acknowledging my hit. Then my coach turns off the machine and brings the large empty bucket to the middle to throw the balls in.
“Sounds good,” Coach Jeremy calls back, clapping his hands as we bend down to pick up the balls inside the hitting cage, “Not gonna lie, I flinched a little at that one.”
“That means it was a good hit right?” I added with a little sarcasm in my voice.
“Of course,” he says laughing while giving me a high five, “I’m really impressed on how well you’ve been doing, keep it up for the tournament this weekend!” …show more content…
The game was tied at 7-7 in the last inning with two outs, not an optimum situation for any hitter out on the softball field of a championship game. There were two girls on base, one on second, the other on third. The sound of my metal cleats crushing the dirt filled my ears as I walked up to home plate. I knew I had to be resilient after striking out the time before. The intensity was ubiquitous and I could feel it from everyone around me. I pull my arms back, loading up to swing. “Just like practice,” I murmur under my breath, “just like practice…”
“Strike!” Roars the umpire. I hear the opponents cheering loudly, however I would not relinquish easily. I step out of the batter’s box recollecting myself by taking a few practice swings to relax. As I step back in, it’s only me, the pitcher, and nothing else. She throws the ball, it’s too low, so I hold back my
“Let’s end on a good hit,” Coach calls out. He puts the ball in the machine and I take a vigorous swing. The ball flies with power straight over my coaches head.
“Okay, I’m good with that one!” I say proudly acknowledging my hit. Then my coach turns off the machine and brings the large empty bucket to the middle to throw the balls in.
“Sounds good,” Coach Jeremy calls back, clapping his hands as we bend down to pick up the balls inside the hitting cage, “Not gonna lie, I flinched a little at that one.”
“That means it was a good hit right?” I added with a little sarcasm in my voice.
“Of course,” he says laughing while giving me a high five, “I’m really impressed on how well you’ve been doing, keep it up for the tournament this weekend!” …show more content…
The game was tied at 7-7 in the last inning with two outs, not an optimum situation for any hitter out on the softball field of a championship game. There were two girls on base, one on second, the other on third. The sound of my metal cleats crushing the dirt filled my ears as I walked up to home plate. I knew I had to be resilient after striking out the time before. The intensity was ubiquitous and I could feel it from everyone around me. I pull my arms back, loading up to swing. “Just like practice,” I murmur under my breath, “just like practice…”
“Strike!” Roars the umpire. I hear the opponents cheering loudly, however I would not relinquish easily. I step out of the batter’s box recollecting myself by taking a few practice swings to relax. As I step back in, it’s only me, the pitcher, and nothing else. She throws the ball, it’s too low, so I hold back my