Life is just a glorified game. I like to think of it as a softball game. When a batter steps up to the plate they don’t know what is going to be thrown at them (literally). They have to decide what pitch they are looking for according to the count even before they step into the batter’s box. Sometimes though, a pitch is thrown at the batter that they are not expecting. In life, we are also thrown pitches we might not be prepared for. This might even mean we do the one thing that no one likes to hear they have done; failed. When a batter strikes out at the plate or “failed” they have two choices; let it define them or inspire them. My softball coach once told me, “You can be anyone you choose to be within the game of softball”. We can
“A group of dedicated girls” is how Junior Danielle Urbon described the softball team. Even though the team struggled all year long and didn’t win as many games as they expected, they loved the game. The team showed improvement from last season but still have much work to do to get to where they want to be. When interview-
Softball is a very good way to teach you to accept your failures and grow from them. When you’re up to bat, you're not going to hit a homerun every time. Sometimes you strike out on three pitches. The great thing about it is you always get another chance. You get three chances to hit during an at bat. Usually, you get three at bats in a game and even if you don't succeed there's always the next game. In softball a good batting average is a from a .3 to a .4 percent. You are not expected to hit the ball every time up to bat. This is a valuable life lesson because it teaches you that it’s okay to mess up as long as you learn from your
Softball is a sport that is known throughout the United States and the world. Softball originated on Thanksgiving Day in Chicago in 1887. The game was actually said to have begun as an indoor game. Softball was started by a group of men who had gathered at a club to watch the Harvard vs. Yale football game. When the news came that Yale had defeated Harvard, 17-8, one Yale supporter, overcome with enthusiasm, picked up an old boxing glove and threw it at a nearby Harvard alumni, who promptly tried to hit it back with a stick. This gave George Hancock, a reporter for the Chicago Board of Trade, an idea. He suggested a game of indoor baseball. Naturally, Hancock's friends thought he was talking about playing a game outdoors, not indoors.
This paper is going to be over the topic of softball. The history of softball, how it has changed over the years as well as the creation and invention.
Each of my years playing softball has been a momemtous experience for me. Indeed, I have learned valuable lessons about life. I have not only gained experience on how to approach different life situations, but the game has also provided an insight of me. In other words, softball has impacted my life and will also shape my future. Therfore, this will seek to discuss some of these impacts contributions to my life.
This particular Sunday, we had already played four other games. We were nearing the end of our fifth, the championship game, and I was almost up to bat. I slipped my gloves on, black with white lightning stripes, giving me a sense of power. The player up to bat sadly strikes out, giving us our second out as the game is tied. The ump looks at me motions for me to approach the plate. I stepped out of the practice circle and took a few practice swings. Lift, step, plant, twist, bring the bat around, follow through, slap. Lift, step, plant, twist, bring the bat around, follow through, slap. Over and over, the same swing I’ve spent countless hours perfecting back at our practice academy in Olathe.
SHREVEPORT, La. – The Ladies softball team picked up their first win of the season, 4-2, in game one of the doubleheader, but five errors led to four unearned runs by the Wildcats in a 5-1 loss in game two between Centenary (1-5) and Louisiana College (3-1) Tuesday night, February 7.
Since I was five years old softball and sports have been a huge part of my life. In softball, specifically, there are many times of failure and success. High school sports, for me, has taken a lot of my time, effort, and commitment. From the first day I stepped onto the court and field to the last, I want to be able to say I did my best. It has been tough and frustrating at times. I experienced failure many times, even when I did not want to admit it. My moments of failure within high school sports have turned me into the character and person I am today. It has taught me how to take failure and turn it into success. Failure has made me realize that the only way for you to succeed is for you to fail first.
If I didn’t get to bat, I learned it was equally important to cheer on my team. If I was placed in the outfield, I was just as eager and ready to make a big play. I learned at an early age the importance of unity and being a team a player. Win or lose we all worked together in order to overcome challenges and strive for success. Because of my positive attitude and devotion to boosting team morale I ended up winning the Best Sportsmanship Award during one of our last games at state sectionals, something I’m extremely proud of. I have since had to take a leave of absence from softball due to a serious knee injury, but I continue to put forth the same amount of perseverance and allegiance towards all other aspects of my
In the year 1943, Philip K. Wrigley founded the All-American Girls Softball League. He formed the league to entertain baseball fans while many of the men were away fighting WWII. What began as a softball league transformed to baseball league that eventually became known as the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League (AAGPBL). The league was designed with fifteen teams made up of twenty to twenty-five women spread out across America. The league existed for twelve years, from 1943 to 1954. This was a period of time when women were not supposed to have professional careers outside of the home, much less careers that involved professional athletics. Girls were expected to grow up to be wives and mothers, not baseball players. The women of the AAGPBL were athletic pioneers who pursued and captured their dreams of playing professional baseball in much the same way as men had for decades.
Hard work never goes un-noticed, and although I did improve, I had acquired the label of ‘outfielder’. The position that wasn’t home to me, but I was forced to recognize as my spot on the field. My first year of Varsity softball arrived and I made it clear infield is where I wanted to be, but my coach’s confidence in me continued to lack to match the level of mine, along with the fact the returning third basemen was a veteran. And the outfield is where I was sent, yet again.
A struggle or a success for the softball teams? The middle school softball season is now over but their season was a big hit. The coaches and players are exceptionally proud of themselves and their teammates for how well they did together.
Participant 1 (PAR1, AFSAS Person 1) was playing softball when he attempted to slide into a base; PAR1 was then hit in the back of the head resulting a concussion/7 LWDS.
“Not everyone is going to see or accept you for who you are, and you have to accept that.” I was told this quote everyday by my mother. Today was no different, walking up to the raked field, quote on my mind , eyes on the fresh red clay, and the sound of my metal cleats against the concrete. I was ready for this day. After months of hard work from November to February , the tryouts for Central softball team were over. Over the span of four months, I pushed myself harder than I ever thought I could, but what I did never seemed to be enough for the team.
To the average spectator, the time surrounding a single pitch consists of a steady emotion; however, I have experienced one of the wildest and most thrilling roller coaster rides of emotion while standing on the mound. I was completely aware of the situation. I was “in the zone”. Nothing could stop me. I had been perfect up till now; not a single batter got a hit. With sweat pouring down my face like a rapid waterfall, I took a deep breath. All eyes were fixated on me, but I didn’t feel that. My eyes took a quick glance at the massive crowd; some were cheering and others looked like they were about to give a speech in front of thousands. They collectively stared at the mound and anxiously awaited the next pitch. The ball fired out of my hand