Rembering softball
When I recall the memories of softball thoughts of laughter, long bus rides, juicy gossip, unimaginably embarrassing incidents and food comes to mind? lots of food. The tastes of Gatorade mixed with salty sunflower seeds will surly never taste so good again. I remember like yesterday the expressions we saw on our coach?s faces, Mr. Bales and Jim Poulton, anger, joy, or the worst of all, disappointment. I can still close my eyes and fall back into my routine of aiming, stepping and letting the ball roll from my fingertips, only to watch with complete confidence one of two things, a strike or a hit ball casually thrown out at first base. I felt at complete ease when I stood upon the mound, and even to think of it brings me back to a special place where I feel not only aware but in complete control of my surroundings. My softball coach, Mr. Bales believed in the theory ?Practice makes perfect?, and so we not only practiced everyday but usually had games every day except Wednesdays. It was a tough routine, but one we all grew to love. For our away games we rode a bus, the bus ride there was always fun, doing each oth
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Jim Poulton, Sate Tournament, Remembering Softball, Hall Fame, Coach Bales, coach bales, remembering softball,
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