The bases were loaded, the score now 4-3. I scan the field, and direct my eyes to my coach. She sends me a look saying, "Just swing".
I stepped into the batters box and shuffled my feet to get comfortable.
Okay, lets dominate this! I tell myself.
I lift up my bat, getting into my stance. I wiggle my fingers nervously. I look at the pitcher, her eyes were filled with determination. The first pitch is thrown.
Ball.
I stepped out of the batters box, did a few practice swings and stepped back in. I watch the pitcher. The second pitch flies by. I hear the crack of the bat hitting the ball.
Foul, of course.
Okay, I can do this, I think to myself.
I look to my teammates for a little support. The only support I got was some nods and wide eyes.
I turn my head back towards the pitcher.
She starts the windup. The ball speeds towards me. I swing my bat like my life depended on it.
Crack!
Home run!
I dart to first base, then second.
Come on, come on! I tell myself.
Coming up on third, still keeping my speed. I turn and start for home, my entire team cheering for me.
I hear the ump yell, "And she makes it! Holmen wins!"
My sweaty teammates and I all bunch up, smiles and cheers all around us. We won.
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Three Outs
RomanceSammie Franklin plays softball at Richmond High, she discovered her love for softball at a young age and is now perusing her dream. Sammie is a strong, independent player and wont let anything get in the way of her dream career. Later in the year...
