Personal Narrative: Golden Eagle Complex

Sparks Nevada, golden Eagle Complex. As I got out of the car butterflies began to grow in my stomach. I opened the back door to the car and heaved my big softball bag out. My dad told me good luck as I headed off to go warm up. My eyes wandered as I walked into the complex. The long dull concrete was scorching hot, it seemed like it was never ending. I could feel the heat radiate off of the turf as I walked towards the field, the whole placed smelled of burning rubber. Beads of sweat collected on my forehead as I put on my cleats. The temperature was one hundred and five degrees, one of the hottest days of the summer. It was a slow and steady warm up because of the heat. Bailey was my throwing and hitting partner like usual. I warmed up …show more content…
As I was rounding first I felt my feet sleep out from underneath me, I had fallen flat on my butt. Embarrassment on my face I got up quickly and ran back to first base. Although I was embarrassed I knew I still had to run the bases. A hard ground ball had been hit passed the infield and had moved me over to second base. I was stuck on second at the end of the inning, nobody moved me around. It was our turn to go back out in the field. We got through the inning without them scoring and headed back into hit. We did not have any luck with our bats during the second inning. The score was two to zero for us. As I went out to play defense I knew the other coach was going to try and make something happen. I was preparing myself by going over every situation in my head. The other team bunted and got a runner on first. The blood was pumping through my veins I knew the girl was stealing and I was ready to throw her out. My eyes widen as I looked at my coach to get the sign, it was a change up. I knew it was going to be a lot harder to throw her out on a change up. I bared down and told myself that I could do this. The pitch came in slow and dropped right in front of the plate. I kicked my legs out and put