One Scrimmage “Allison, you’re on deck,” he says as he’s waving at me to get my helmet on. We were scrimmaging the older team that night as a warm up before we went to Bend that weekend. Putting my helmet on, all sweaty and nasty due to the conditioning we did in the practice beforehand. Sliding my slippery, sweaty hitting gloves on and running on deck. Ema was up, she swings. Strike three you’re out! “Go Allison, you’re up!” my coach says. I run to the plate, only anticipating the best strike about to come. The pitcher started her motion, and as she swung around, I was loaded and ready. The ball flies across the plate as if it were lightning. “Strike”
Here it comes, I can feel it. The next pitch will be the one. I’m aching to get a hit. As the pitcher lets the ball go, I hear this silence. The silence you hear before any big moment. When the ball travels through the plate, I swing. Harder, harder than I ever have before. The ball glides across the air as if something just fell from the sky. I let go of the bat, and dash to the first base, second, and my coach is still waving for me to come more. I run even harder to third base, as if I were the lightning. I see the ball is thrown, and as I begin to dive, I feel something. A pain that is worse than I have ever felt before. Something just came over me. I finish my dive, and as I do, I screech in excruciating …show more content…
I lay in the grass nearby, crying. As I calm down, I hobble to the car, ready to leave.
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Two weeks had passed, I had felt the same. No better, no worse. As I limp into the doctor's office, I can only think about what is to come. Cast? Surgery? Nothing but just stay off of it for a few weeks?
“We got the MRI results back, you’re going to need knee surgery,” the doctor informs. Devastated, I go home wondering why this had to happen to me? Couldn’t have been someone else and not me? Why do I have to do this? Have could one day have changed my life
Here it comes, I can feel it. The next pitch will be the one. I’m aching to get a hit. As the pitcher lets the ball go, I hear this silence. The silence you hear before any big moment. When the ball travels through the plate, I swing. Harder, harder than I ever have before. The ball glides across the air as if something just fell from the sky. I let go of the bat, and dash to the first base, second, and my coach is still waving for me to come more. I run even harder to third base, as if I were the lightning. I see the ball is thrown, and as I begin to dive, I feel something. A pain that is worse than I have ever felt before. Something just came over me. I finish my dive, and as I do, I screech in excruciating …show more content…
I lay in the grass nearby, crying. As I calm down, I hobble to the car, ready to leave.
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Two weeks had passed, I had felt the same. No better, no worse. As I limp into the doctor's office, I can only think about what is to come. Cast? Surgery? Nothing but just stay off of it for a few weeks?
“We got the MRI results back, you’re going to need knee surgery,” the doctor informs. Devastated, I go home wondering why this had to happen to me? Couldn’t have been someone else and not me? Why do I have to do this? Have could one day have changed my life