Okay so I had a tournament. Softball. At this point in my life I new I liked softball but this weekend changed that. This was when I realized I loved it. That weekend I got heat stroke, got hit in the eye, felt like I was going to puke and played through it but it was also the weekend where I smashed balls to the outfield, made a game winning catch, and ran the bases like there was no tomorrow. That was the weekend where me and my softball team where the closest to becoming a family. When I got heat stroke on the first day of the tournament I got it about 10 minutes into the first game. Or at least that's when I started feeling it but I was in rightfeild and I really wanted to play second base. So I continued playing. I ran, backed up first. Over and over again. Until I felt like I was going to pass out but then my coach said next inning I was going into second base. I played there until I couldn't walk straight. When I finally got pulled out for one inning until the game was over. That night I recovered with two of my best friends. Maddie and Alyssa. The next day we went back to the fields and ten minutes into warming up I got hit in the eye. It hurt so bad. It swelled and I had about ten minutes until the first game. I wasn't crying because it hurt more because I couldn't play but I begged my mom and she gave in. I played. My eye swelled and purpled but I played. 0 strike outs that game against me. I hit two balls. I caught two balls and made at least three outs. The next game I smashed three balls to the out field. Caught two balls and almost got two outs. They where outs. The ump just hated us. We banged the fence, stomped our feet on the bleachers, screamed, got parents kicked out and we owned the field for the last inning. Losing the game by 2. We came in 6 out of a grand total of 24 teams. That's really good.
Keeping you updated,
Cora
