July 6th, 2012, Yankee Stadium, a ball was pitched and struck, sent 102 miles per hour out of field and into the stands. With a speed like that, a typical baseball fan would’ve believed that top pro-catchers like Ivan Rodriguez would’ve caught that ball too easily. But no, it wasn’t Rodriguez or any professional catcher at all. It was a little girl.
8-year-old Momolola Hortwumu of Albany, New York, was cheering on the Yankees in the crowds with her father, Timothy, and older brother, Connilki, enjoying the game and pink cotton candy when-unexpectedly- a fast ball was coming her way. Instinctively, she reached out her hand to avoid any damage the ball might’ve inflicted on her, and caught it in the palm of her hand, a moment that she, and her father and brother, will never forget.
“All I did was hold out my hand when I saw the ball coming, because I didn’t want it to hurt my face,” said Momolola. “And I heard that it was okay to keep the ball after you catch it, and that would’ve been cool.”
“I was both shocked and not shocked,” said Timothy on his daughter’s amazing feat. “I was shocked because-well- it was my little girl who caught the ball in the World Series, and her name will probably go down in history. But I wasn’t surprised because she loves- lives- baseball to the very core of her being. Every day after school, she and her brother would go out to the backyard or park and toss the ball to each other, almost to the point that we pitched it to each other without my worrying that I’ll hurt her with the ball. And every weekend, she has these games with the little league she formed with the neighborhood kids against other kids; she dreams of being a professional baseball player, in the leagues besides the future pro-ball players, winning tournament after tournament. Although she’s a little girl, after what skills I’ve seen watching her grow up, I seriously don’t doubt it, especially with that bone density of hers.”
It was her bone’s density- which is estimated to be as strong as an average teenage boy’s and still growing stronger- and the bunch of cotton candy stuck onto her hand that served as a minor cushion to the momentum that gave her the capability to catch a ball flying that fast without so much as spraining her wrist.
“It’s pretty cool, having a sister that might be in the pro-leagues,” says 15-year-old Connilki. “That way, I can get free tickets and baseball stuff! Plus, it wouldn’t be so bad to have a sports celebrity in the family to get some fame off of. I would’ve done it myself, but you know, having another guy wouldn’t be as surprising and rate-raising as having the first girl on the fields.”
After the game, Momolola was said to have given the ball to Connilki.
8-year-old Momolola Hortwumu of Albany, New York, was cheering on the Yankees in the crowds with her father, Timothy, and older brother, Connilki, enjoying the game and pink cotton candy when-unexpectedly- a fast ball was coming her way. Instinctively, she reached out her hand to avoid any damage the ball might’ve inflicted on her, and caught it in the palm of her hand, a moment that she, and her father and brother, will never forget.
“All I did was hold out my hand when I saw the ball coming, because I didn’t want it to hurt my face,” said Momolola. “And I heard that it was okay to keep the ball after you catch it, and that would’ve been cool.”
“I was both shocked and not shocked,” said Timothy on his daughter’s amazing feat. “I was shocked because-well- it was my little girl who caught the ball in the World Series, and her name will probably go down in history. But I wasn’t surprised because she loves- lives- baseball to the very core of her being. Every day after school, she and her brother would go out to the backyard or park and toss the ball to each other, almost to the point that we pitched it to each other without my worrying that I’ll hurt her with the ball. And every weekend, she has these games with the little league she formed with the neighborhood kids against other kids; she dreams of being a professional baseball player, in the leagues besides the future pro-ball players, winning tournament after tournament. Although she’s a little girl, after what skills I’ve seen watching her grow up, I seriously don’t doubt it, especially with that bone density of hers.”
It was her bone’s density- which is estimated to be as strong as an average teenage boy’s and still growing stronger- and the bunch of cotton candy stuck onto her hand that served as a minor cushion to the momentum that gave her the capability to catch a ball flying that fast without so much as spraining her wrist.
“It’s pretty cool, having a sister that might be in the pro-leagues,” says 15-year-old Connilki. “That way, I can get free tickets and baseball stuff! Plus, it wouldn’t be so bad to have a sports celebrity in the family to get some fame off of. I would’ve done it myself, but you know, having another guy wouldn’t be as surprising and rate-raising as having the first girl on the fields.”
After the game, Momolola was said to have given the ball to Connilki.
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
I love writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason you might think is strange.
Writing
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use writing to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I love writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason you might think is strange.
Writing
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use writing to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I love writing.
TOADSTEP PVO
Toadstep leapt in his sleep, dreaming about Dovewing and Ivypool...
He ducked behind a bush and stared out and Bumblestripe and Dovewing purring together and jumoing around, playfully.
Toastep watched in complete awe, wondering why he was spyinngg on Dovewing he whipped around and thrashed a paw at the waiting Ivypool.
He wanted to be the Dovewing and Ivypool the Bumblestripe...
He had to imagine Ivypool as dovewing. He leapt at the imaginary Dovewing and wrestled around with her. Ivypool yowled with somewhat surprise and Toadstep woke up from dovewing's spirit and looked at Ivypool.
"What is it?" He asked dreamily. Still thinking she was Dovewing.
"Toadstep? Are you okay? I didn't think you were in love with me so much." Ivypool meowed, suprised.
"Er... I'm sorry for scaring you- I just thought you were Dovewing. She is tough that's all." Toadstep purred, playfully.
"Toadstep! No!"
Toadstep leapt in his sleep, dreaming about Dovewing and Ivypool...
He ducked behind a bush and stared out and Bumblestripe and Dovewing purring together and jumoing around, playfully.
Toastep watched in complete awe, wondering why he was spyinngg on Dovewing he whipped around and thrashed a paw at the waiting Ivypool.
He wanted to be the Dovewing and Ivypool the Bumblestripe...
He had to imagine Ivypool as dovewing. He leapt at the imaginary Dovewing and wrestled around with her. Ivypool yowled with somewhat surprise and Toadstep woke up from dovewing's spirit and looked at Ivypool.
"What is it?" He asked dreamily. Still thinking she was Dovewing.
"Toadstep? Are you okay? I didn't think you were in love with me so much." Ivypool meowed, suprised.
"Er... I'm sorry for scaring you- I just thought you were Dovewing. She is tough that's all." Toadstep purred, playfully.
"Toadstep! No!"