Ruining Dreams The United States won the gold medal for softball in the Olympics for the last 6 consecutive years. Because no team was a challenge for the U.S., Softball was taken out of the Olympics in spring 2009. Young girls who looked up to the Olympic players were robbed of their ability to aspire to be just like them. The Olympics provided a reason to keep playing and gave professionalism to the sport. Thus, softball should be a sport in the Olympics.
You have worked so hard. You are an amazing athlete, leader, daughter and friend; you take accountability for your actions, on and off the field. You are one of the best young women I have ever coached. You progress further and further every single day at practice. I am calling to ask you if you would be willing to take the honor of being the captain of our team.” Without hesitation, in a soft, confident, voice I replied, “I would be honored Coach.” That weekend my softball team, The Strikers were playing in a tournament in Tooele, Utah; a boring small town in the
Today was the big day. Today was the day that has felt so far away in my mind. I could not believe this could be my last high school softball tournament ever. How could it be? It seems just like last year I was the tiny little red headed, freckled face 7th grader trying to not mess up my bat swing in front of all the senior high softball girls.
I do not know anything about baseball but I do know when a team is winning or losing and who is better at playing baseball. Fridays game was, well not a blast. Waukegan’s Sophomore Bulldogs lost their game to Zion Benton High School. Yet, each player did his best in the game. Zion, who made the first run, did a great job in winning.
Guys, this was one of my last games where I would hear the coach refer to my team as guys. It is the end of my eighth grade year, and just in a second I will be in high school, and that means no more baseball. No more baseball means softball, and softball means girls. I’m not going to be the only girl; this is one of the last games that I’m completely different then everyone on my team and on the other teams. As all of this is running through my head, I’m taking my practice swings getting ready to bat.
Kerry C. Davis, II Ms. Nelmark ENG 101 1/25/13 How I Learned to love Football In Felisa Rogers’s “How I learned to love football,” she begins by describing how her husband Rich likes to tell her about football. Rogers then discusses her athletic inability and how she and her family never cared much for sports. Rogers is a freelance writer and a graduate of Evergreen State College and a former teacher. The purpose of this passage is to show how the author found out how to have love for something that she pretended to love but never really cared for it. As a young lady growing up, “Rogers was raised to believe that football and baseball were the province of Neanderthal types who didn’t even know the difference between Carl Jung and Carlos Castaneda” (530).
She has taught me so many things and has always been there for me on and off the field, she is someone that I can really look up to. ------------------------------------------------- Softball has always been a passion of mine; it’s what my life revolves around. I was always very excited for high school, especially softball. When I broke my leg Freshman year and couldn’t play, I was very sad,
Our rival team, who we had never beaten, like I mentioned before, had come to our field for the final time during my playing days. I wanted the win more than anything I had ever wanted while playing baseball. I had talked to my coach and he allowed me to get the start pitching against them. My nerves were trying to get the best of me but I pushed them aside because this was too important. I started off pitching very well and got through the first few innings with relative ease.
Erin Parker 1A 9/8/13 Sisyphean Challenge Your Rock After a lot of thinking about what my “rock” is, I finally came up with my answer. My “rock” is softball. This softball earring represents more than just an earring to me. This item symbolizes more than half of my life, a sport that I love, and a great way for me to make friends. The reason I chose softball as my “rock” is because lately I have not been able to play.
Underage Drinking Living the dream was only the tip of the ice-berg which was my life. Captain of the Varsity softball team and a proud honor roll student, I never thought that life would ever change; if so, not for the worst. I had no idea that a small decision could turn my world upside down. I have replayed the decision in my head millions of times, each time assembling a better choice. It happened in 2007 summer time; I was home alone.