“Oh goodness, we are here,” I thought, “this whole bumpy car ride I was fine but now it felt like dozens of butterflies were flying in my stomach.” I kept thinking about the softball tryout and everything that I need to do to make this tryout better. I also thought about all the hard work I had put in for this tryout after last season. I was so nervous that I wouldn't do anything right, even though in practice I was perfectly fine and new exactly what to do. I hopped out of my car with a nervous feeling and got my bag. I filled my brain with all the things that could go wrong. I didn’t know if I was going to do good like in practice or be too nervous to even think of what I was supposed to do. “Are you ready?” my dad inquired. “Yeah,” I said,…show more content… Then, we did some playing positions in the infield, and throwing to first base, second, third, home plate, and tagging. These girls were tough, but they looked like this is what they loved and that they had fun with it but we're serious about it at the same time. When they would throw the ball they had beads of sweat falling off their forehead down to their neck. Then when the ground ball was coming, they would get low into a low and wide squat so they could field the ball step and make a play and throw to first base. All at the same time the first basemen was…show more content… I thought I did good because I didn't miss a ball and I did what I was supposed to. After we had done all of the infield part of the tryout we grabbed our bags that were hanging on the fences, and went to go back inside where the batting cages were. As soon as we walked in it was instantly hotter. I could feel the hot air running through my lungs. I put my bag down against the wall, put my gloves and helmet on and got my bat. In this part of the tryout it was just me practicing because we were running out of time and he already knew what the other girls could do and they were automatically on the team because they were there last season. Even though the girls did not hit, I was sure that they were good hitters judging on how well they did fielding, they were probably good all around. The first thing we did was soft toss, where the coach would lightly under hand the to you. After that station we moved on to the machine that would throw harder and faster. Every time I hit, in the batting cages that were made out of black rope, I would try to remember to do everything that my dad had told me. In my head I was constantly thinking keep my elbow up, keep eye on the ball, use my hips when I swing. I think I did good I remembered everything I needed to do to make my swing better and more powerful. After I felt good about my
