Personal Narrative: A Little Girl's Softball

Growing up in a small town, where success in the girl’s softball program was excellent, it was every little girl's dream to be a part of that program. When I was a little girl I remember sitting in the stands watching the varsity softball team play thinking about the day when I would get the opportunity to be a part of the program. As I grew older I would think to myself, if I had the chance to play for the program would I excel like all the other girls have done in the past years? Also, I dreamt, as any little girl would, of how breathtaking it would be to be the person who won the game for a state championship title. As I entered high school that dream started to become reality, when I was brought up to play on the varsity softball team …show more content…
That was the only thing on our minds at practice. We played our hardest every game. Finally, we made it back to the state championship final game. The game was played at Michigan State on their softball field. Driving through the campus you could hear the announcer stating the players that were up to bat. Also, you could almost taste the cotton candy and roast almonds as you walked into the stadium because the smell was very strong. The game was about to start and it was time for Coach Bohn to give his long pump up speech. Instead, all he said was “We came here for one reason and one reason alone and that is to win!” Finally, it was game …show more content…
The game started and it was down to the final two innings and both teams remained scoreless which meant, any error could lose the game. It was the first time we had runners in scoring position, and it was my turn up to bat. My first pitch was a ball, then the second one was a ball. Coach Bohn called a timeout and said to me and the base runner, Kayla Gremel, “Marisa, you are going to fake bunt and Kayla you are going to steal third base”. We both shook our heads, and said “okay”. I fake bunted and the ball flew past the catcher and Kayla advanced to third base, which resulted in Coach Bohn called another timeout. This time, I knew what was coming, I was going to have to do a “rip city”. A “rip city” is our code name for a suicide squeeze play. It means no matter if the pitch is on the ground or three feet above your head you have to get the bunt down because the person on third is stealing home. Then he said it, “rip city”, and I nodded my head. The crowd was going crazy chanting “USA”, our dugout was screaming, and the other team's dugout was yelling at their