21 January 2013
(This short story is based off of my real experience as a softball pitcher. I plan on posting more of these little short stories about my experiences. It's tough being a pitcher, and I've worked very hard to be the athlete I am. I'm still working my way up though. There's 3 really amazing pitchers, and I plan on being just like them someday. I plan on taking the team to state.)
A title I've always dreamed of having "Pitcher" "Number nine steps onto the mound facing the opposing team's next batter!" Then I heard it. WHOOSH! Ally had just pitched a ball. Allison... The lead pitcher on the varsity team. She was good... Really good. She and her sister had carried us to state softball, and we won. How badly I wanted to be like her. Suddenly, I felt coach's gaze. He was standing behind me. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to see my pitching. I stepped on the fake rubber. My right foot half on it ready to push off. My fingers felt around for the seams. I was aiming for a curve ball. In my head I went through the steps. "Up, down, back..." I swung my right arm all the way back. I gripped the ball firmly still. "K position...aaannndd..." WHOOSH! The bright yellow streak went right into the catcher's glove. I turned to look at my coach. He gave me a nod of approval, then he walked off. I still had a few more reps to go. Through every one of those repetitions I thought of my form. After I had finished, my catcher came up to me. She had a look of almost surprise on her face. "Those looked great! You did really well on those curve balls!" Funny, I've never had her talk to me this way, but it felt good. I was one step closer; one step closer to being like Ally and Hannah.
Pitcher • Opuss № I