Softball Quitting Research Paper

Not making the JV Softball team my Freshman year felt like the cherry on top of a horrible year. Starting High School was challenging as I was excited at first and then quickly disappointed with the reality. Socially is where I struggled the greatest. I anticipated I would meet new people and gain a plethora of new friends, but I mainly stuck with the same three friends I had in Middle School and did not branch out. Being on the softball team would have meant I could gain new friends and be a part of an activity I loved doing. When I was asked to not join the team, I was embarrassed, disappointed, and angry.

Although it would have been easier at the time to stick with what I knew, I wouldn’t let the doubt of others instill itself in my mind. I continued to work hard, excited to prove myself when given the opportunity, with and dedication and determination I knew I had the ability to create my own luck, my chance would come soon enough. And it did. My second year of high school softball rolled around and I knew my chance had arrived. Our only third basemen graduated and it was my turn to prove myself. I wasn’t perfect by any means, but my hard work and dedication that I had put into the sport proved undeniable. At the end of the season I had received first- team all-metro, first- team all-league, and honorable mention all-region, for third

I started the first few weeks wanting to impress the head coach to prove to him I deserved a spot within the starting nine on the varsity level. I practiced hard, never goofed off, and went to the cages with my dad on the weekends. I wanted to make the varsity level to show my family and myself that I could do it and that I was good enough to compete at the varsity high school softball level. When I was younger, I made the team I wanted, I never considered failing to be part of me. The big week came, the teams were posted all seven freshmen had made a team but yet to find which side of the paper their name

Sophomore year came, and I was nervous because now there was jv dark and varsity to worry about. I came to tryouts, and gave all my effort on volleyball as well as my friends. They had made the teams, and I never expected to be in jv dark. My best friends didn 't made it to jv dark but I couldn 't miss this opportunity. In addition, I was depressed that I could not be with them, but I needed to be in a team that I knew it was going to help me become better. It surely did because now there was more tasks that I could do. My serves were something no one could receive. Consequently, the only horrible part of jv dark is that I never had the chance to play. I came to practice everyday and I followed instructions, I never complained if we ran, but the coach never showed me that I could be in the court. I did showed her, I tried to show off my abilities in volleyball for her to notice. As a result to that she always put me aside. In effect of this, it brought me down I

Being on JV was not how I imagined my Junior season going during the offseason. During our preseason league, I would practice and play with the varsity team and I thought I displayed a strong performance. But this wasn’t enough, as when tryouts came around I was thrown into the JV group and was never truly given a chance to demonstrate my ability against the more skilled players. At the end of the three days of tryouts, I received the highly anticipated email labeled “Rosters: 2017 Season”.

I joined a softball team loosely resembling a movie out at the time, “The Bad News Bears”. I joined at the Harlem Community Center (HCC), but there were not enough boys for a league, so we formed a team in the Northwest Community Center league. The HCC sponsored us as well as having provided uniforms. We were not part of the community center for which we played. Yet, were as good as most of the teams were playing, a few players on the team were good, many were mediocre and there were the terrible players. I was not good enough to be

Over the winter I play hockey, I run track in the spring, and then play baseball over the summer. This summer, was a very good opportunity to show my leadership. I played baseball, and started varsity every game. I played second base and had a fielding percentage of .933 as a Sophomore. I had a batting average of .219. While baseball playoffs were going on, I was also roguing—the removal of inferior or defective plants or seedlings from a crop— and detasseling. After winning three district games and one substate game, we made it to Principal Park. I helped my team make it to the Iowa State Baseball tournament for the second year in a row. At the tournament we lost in the first round but we played as hard as we could, and saw a lot of hope for the next baseball

I went home full of excitement and quickly recounted to my mom the success I had that day at baseball. I went to bed that night with more confidence than I thought possible and looking forward to another day of baseball. Made my way through school that day visualizing my performance that afternoon for tryouts. With more excitement than nerve I began the second day of tryouts. Thursday we worked on throwing and catching skills, friday was batting. An area in which I struggled a little more than others but with confidence pouring out of me I stepped into the box. Even with the confidence boost working on my skill I struggled heavily and was not happy with my performance. So trying to keep my confidence up I tried to finish that day of tryouts but I could tell that the coaches were less pleased with my performance that day. There’s not a much faster way to be served a large slice of humble pie than to realize you may not be all that you once thought you were. So keeping that in mind I finished the day doing my best. When we gathered together to make final cuts I could feel my heart beating in

In the middle of our season we were winning most of our games & I also became one of the best players on my team. I got moved up of our line up and most of the time I made it to home plate. I had been making decent plays too! Out of all of that I learned that if I really enjoy something & really want to achieve something, all I have to do is work hard & try my hardest. Now I’m pretty decent at softball after all the help I got from my family &

I never thought I would find myself writing this e-mail, but I just wanted to let you know that I have decided not to try-out for soccer this year. As you both know softball has been my major priority for the past couple of years, which has prevented me from playing club soccer and because of that I think it's time that I picked just one sport. This past season I was on a highly competitive, premier level team and I've started to catch the attention of college coaches. I was just recently offered a spot on an even more elite team that I think will be able to help me achieve my goal of playing softball at the collegiate level. Junior year is a major year for recruiting and during the fall many schools host camps and clinics for softball since

I knew I wouldn’t be able to play Varsity as I had hoped, but I had a choice to make. I could get upset and let my entire Sophomore season pass by without playing at all, or, I could talk to my JV coach and let her know

I started to reflect back to when I first started pitching. My dad and I spent countless hours in the backyard practicing just trying to get better. I always stayed after team practices so that I could get a couple pitches in. There were times when I threw almost ten games in one weekend. Looking back, I started to question myself. Was it really all worth it? I couldn't imagine not being able to play softball anymore. I have played the game since I was five years old. How could I just quit all of a sudden? My dad and I had a great relationship because of the bond that we created during practices and games. Softball also brought me many great friendships. I met my best friend playing softball. It allowed me to stay physically fit without even felling like I was working out. It also made me mentally

I didn’t think it was fair for a fifth grader to make varsity when she didn’t put in the effort, simply because her older sister was also on the team . I didn’t find it fair that we were placed on the lowest team and we tried as hard as them if not harder, we were as good as them, if not better, and we came to every single conditioning, practice, and meeting. Yes, I know I was given the option to leave if I felt this way, but I was determined to show them that I deserved to be right along with everyone else. Through tears, practices, games, extra workout sessions, additional batting cage time , and many arguments with my mom over the stress softball was causing me I was moved to freshman. I felt so accomplished, yet still unamused by the fact there were fifth graders dressing varsity. I don’t care to admit if someone is better than me but, they weren’t. Simply because they had siblings on the team or knew a coach personally they were placed on varsity. Fifth graders who came to about one week of conditioning moved up because of unfair circumstances, and in the end it created an unpleasant environment and negative energy over the

In my childhood, I was obsessed with softball. My parents, family and friends would always say, “see you in the big leagues.” But, I wasn’t that good, to be honest, I just played for fun. I did softball as a non-competitive sport. The game play was the same as competitive sports, but, some of the aspects of competitive sports I wasn’t gaining. I was a competitive kid, and I liked to win. Not lose, that’s for sure. And my the other kids on my team, I never really connected to, I never bonded. I see them now and then, at public places, we never wave, go talk or even smile. My teammates never recognize me because we never really connected because I only saw them at games and sometimes at practices we had every now and then. And I realized I should’ve done competitive sports, I love to exercise, and always have been in favor of competing.

I have had no errors in the field and have a really good batting percentage. Our team just got done playing in a tournament, at Lawrence North. The team and I rode back to school on the bus, I see my Dad’s red Ford pickup truck in the parking spot next to our softball field. I hurry to get in the car and go home. As I get in the truck my Dad tells,”Nice game, Kate, you know how many times you got up to plate today out of 3 games,” I shrugged as I was trying to get in the truck,”7 times and guess what you went 7 for 7, that’s amazing!!!” I get settled in and it takes a moment to realize what he said. It finally dawns on me what is happening,”Really, I didn’t even realize that, well that means my batting percentage went up a lot!” As I get on MaxPreps on my phone, I get a text from coach, I say to Dad,”Dad coach texted me,”I read it out loud,”In my 13 years of high school softball, I have never seen a freshman have that kind of day at the plate. Keep working hard. Great job today.” I looked at Dad, he was stunned,”Wow, that is awesome K, that’s saying a lot.” There my head is bobbing above the water, I’m waving and smiling at my Dad, everything is going my way. That season I batted a .425% with 2 fielding