Narrative About Softball
It's the bottom of the seventh of the state championship game. As my metal cleats dig into the undragged dirt I realize this is it. This is the moment I have been dreaming of. As I'm walking to second base I start to reflect on what softball has given me. I have the greatest teammates in the world. Tahoma softball has a bond that is the true definition of teammates. Softball has given me so many great opportunities and I will never be able to thank it. It was given me motivation, strength, sisters and learning experiences I would have never experienced if it wasn't for softball. As I start thinking about that, I notice I have a little smirk on my face. I shake that grin off my face so that I can focus on what I need to do. Between innings,
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I started to get that swelling feeling in my throat and my eyes started to water. The next batter steps into the box and the crowd is going absolutely nuts. Everyone knew we had this in the bag, we just to finish it. The next pitch was slow motion. My heart sank as I saw the ball hit the sweet spot of the bat. All the cheering, all the yelling faded into the background and in that moment all I could hear is my own heartbeat. Again, here came Carley saving the day once again. She snatched up the ball and lightly tossed it to first base. Before the ball even got into the glove I was sprinting towards the mound. I felt like my feet weren't touching the ground I was running so fast. It was a moment of pure bliss. We worked so hard for this moment and everything paid off. As we were hugging in the circle I realized this is it. This was the last time I would play with the 5 senior girls. The tears started to stream down my face as I looked at one of the seniors and she said in a way so meaningful “ You stepped up to the plate and I couldn't be more proud of you Mo”. Again, I start to reflect. Softball has brought me so much happiness and I will be forever grateful for the friends that I've made along the way. I wouldn't trade the 6:30 am practices, the team dinners or the practices in the blazing heat. That last inning I carry with me throughout my life. So when I look at the trophy that's displayed in Tahoma high school, that last inning runs through my head like a movie and it all comes
I started to get that swelling feeling in my throat and my eyes started to water. The next batter steps into the box and the crowd is going absolutely nuts. Everyone knew we had this in the bag, we just to finish it. The next pitch was slow motion. My heart sank as I saw the ball hit the sweet spot of the bat. All the cheering, all the yelling faded into the background and in that moment all I could hear is my own heartbeat. Again, here came Carley saving the day once again. She snatched up the ball and lightly tossed it to first base. Before the ball even got into the glove I was sprinting towards the mound. I felt like my feet weren't touching the ground I was running so fast. It was a moment of pure bliss. We worked so hard for this moment and everything paid off. As we were hugging in the circle I realized this is it. This was the last time I would play with the 5 senior girls. The tears started to stream down my face as I looked at one of the seniors and she said in a way so meaningful “ You stepped up to the plate and I couldn't be more proud of you Mo”. Again, I start to reflect. Softball has brought me so much happiness and I will be forever grateful for the friends that I've made along the way. I wouldn't trade the 6:30 am practices, the team dinners or the practices in the blazing heat. That last inning I carry with me throughout my life. So when I look at the trophy that's displayed in Tahoma high school, that last inning runs through my head like a movie and it all comes