Sports teams are made up of those with natural born and learned talent. My talent was learned, although, some have said I was born a natural athlete. An infielder and coach devoting a huge portion of his life to major league baseball, Don Zimmer, once said, “What you lack in talent can be made up with desire, hustle, and giving 110 percent all the time.”
The story of how I fell in love with the game of softball is a story like no other. It was not love at first sight, that’s for sure. I didn’t pick up a bat and instantly fall in love nor did I ask Santa to bring me a softball glove and leave it under our Christmas tree. I didn’t eagerly press my face to the glass of the car window as we passed the high school softball fields. It wasn’t something I just knew I was destined to do. In fact, it was quite the opposite. …show more content…
Even as a four year old, bursting with energy, anybody would be lucky to get me to jog out of my own free will, let alone sprint around some bases. However, my only memories of the team consist of getting hit in the head by a ball and telling my mom that I never want to play again. Instead, I tried out cheerleading and soon realized I wasn’t cut out to be a peppy and bubbly cheerleader while standing in the freezing cold in a skirt. Soccer came next, which had a substantial amount of running. Thinking I was getting the hang of it, I played for another season. Realizing I had never made a goal or even come close to it, I decided to leave that behind as well. Then came basketball, which, coincidentally, started out the same way tee-ball did. After getting hit in the head by a basketball at the first practice, I remember telling my parents that I never wanted to go back. They both insisted I keep playing,
The story of how I fell in love with the game of softball is a story like no other. It was not love at first sight, that’s for sure. I didn’t pick up a bat and instantly fall in love nor did I ask Santa to bring me a softball glove and leave it under our Christmas tree. I didn’t eagerly press my face to the glass of the car window as we passed the high school softball fields. It wasn’t something I just knew I was destined to do. In fact, it was quite the opposite. …show more content…
Even as a four year old, bursting with energy, anybody would be lucky to get me to jog out of my own free will, let alone sprint around some bases. However, my only memories of the team consist of getting hit in the head by a ball and telling my mom that I never want to play again. Instead, I tried out cheerleading and soon realized I wasn’t cut out to be a peppy and bubbly cheerleader while standing in the freezing cold in a skirt. Soccer came next, which had a substantial amount of running. Thinking I was getting the hang of it, I played for another season. Realizing I had never made a goal or even come close to it, I decided to leave that behind as well. Then came basketball, which, coincidentally, started out the same way tee-ball did. After getting hit in the head by a basketball at the first practice, I remember telling my parents that I never wanted to go back. They both insisted I keep playing,