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Descriptive Essay On Softball

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When I was thirteen, I played the most challenging game of softball that I'd ever experienced in my nine years of playing the game. Softball had always been my favorite sport to play, and, in my mind, I had perfected the craft of being a first baseman. Naturally, I was excited to learn that after a long, successful season, I had been picked to be the all-star team's first baseman. I wasn't surprised because I was good at what I did, and I knew it. Well, in this particular game, I learned the hard way what it was truly like to be a part of a team.
I remember walking into the baseball complex and breathing in the familiar smell of the concession stand, sunflower seeds, and Gatorade. Upon walking into the dugout, red clay, grass, and sweat were added to the smell. It was comforting and got me into game mode. When the clock struck noon, we had already won our first game and were starting our second. By halftime, we had a three-point lead. In the three innings that had comprised the first half of our game, I'd had multiple outs on first, making our fielding short and simple. This, however, would not be the case in the second half.
The second half of the game proved to be a lot more challenging than the first half. It was like the other team woke up. They're hits were actually making it to the outfield, which meant I wasn't doing much on first base. At the end of the fourth inning, when the batter bunted the ball, it rolled right into our pitcher's glove. It seemed almost too

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