This is the story of when I tried baseball and how it was. It was one summer morning and my dad was up early for something and I did not know why and I heard a crack and I walked in the living room and nothing was wrong and I asked my dad” What happened.” He said “Oh I was watching the boston Red soxs play baseball and David ortiz just hit a homerun.” I said “What’s baseball.” “It’s a really fun sport.’’ my dad said “ I want to play.” I said “Ok we can probably get you a glove tomorrow.” my dad said So tomorrow we got a glove and we started throwing and I couldn’t really do it and then we did some hitting off the tee and I did pretty good.I kept practicing and kept on doing it until I could play tee.
The first pitch crack of the ball off the bat a triple. The next 3 kids hit doubles. The first Batter was up to the plate. He had hit the ball right to our third basemen,but he fielded it too quick and bobbled it. The batter had made it to first base.
We were warming up and the girl on third base threw it to me. I missed judged it and it hit my finger. I called timeout and coach came out there to see what was wrong. I told him what had happened and I told him i would be ok and kept playing.
On our way out to the outfield I said to my coach, “who’s pitching today?” He said, “Carter”. So I went out and told Carter he was pitching so we warmed up together. We played some catch and did some stretches.
“Hit a homerun” I thought. The pitch was thrown, “Strike”called the umpire. My heart was racing because I really wanted to win this game. The pitcher threw the next pitch. “Strike”the umpire called again, I started getting a feeling that we were going to lose.
my mother yelled. I attempted to explain how I wasn’t going to let down my team because of one injury. “Baseball is my whole life, mom. Tomorrow is the first tournament game,” I explained, “I will find a way to play.” Me being the stubborn kid I am, I talked them into letting me play.
It all started a year ago when my name got called in the First Niagara Center in Buffalo, New York. “With the first overall pick in the 2016 NHL entry draft the Carolina Hurricanes are proud to select Samual Cane.” It was a dream come true for me and for the organization and the fans. My draft stock went up throughout the year from being projected not to be drafted, to a clear number one above players like Austin Matthews, Matthew Tkachuk, and Jacob Chychrun. This was a miracle to most people, but this wasn’t the highlight of the season.
I could barely contain myself. This was it, I was finally going to prove that I deserved to be in the lineup. When my turn came, I made my way to the plate with gusto, and stood in the batter 's box, anxiously awaiting the first pitch. The pitcher started his windup and delivered what appeared to be a fastball. I watched the pitch, vacillating on whether or not to swing.
Did your parent(s) make you ever do a sport you seemed like you had no interest in doing at all? Well that happened to me. I never planned on playing softball until I was 9 and my dad signed me up for softball. Before softball I did cheer which I was really loved cheer and I didn’t like that my dad was making me give it up.
“Baseball is soo easy. People play it because other sports are too hard for them.” one kid said. “You have no room to talk. You haven’t played baseball once in your life.
Blinded by the sunlight I still tried to withstand its power and held my glove out to catch the incoming pop fly. Before I knew it, the ball was directly in front of my face and hit me on top of my forehead. I cried, nevertheless I was still determined to stay in my third base spot that I earned. That was strike one. My first at bat was my best at bat.
The first season of baseball that I played was a learning experience, but was exciting the entire way. I became one of the best players on my team, only to learn that I was in fact the last player selected to fill out the roster for little league. Undersized and young, I ascended through little league and was actually selected for the all-star team my final year, an anomaly for a player with my experience. I battled injuries following little league because I was forced to overcompensate for my lack of size to compete and keep up with the competition. Ironically, I watched the big players “become” smaller as I grew in size in my sophomore year of high school.
For most of my childhood, the sport of baseball was the one activity I loved above anything else. Nothing could compare to the exhilarating freedom and satisfaction of bolting full speed around the bases, determined to steal 2nd, beating the "Throwdown" by a fraction of a second. The massive dust cloud kicked up by my cleats and the thunderous boom of the umpire shouting, "Safe!" made me feel empowered. It was in moments like those, when I was in control of my own fate, choosing whether to stay or to run, whether to play it safe or to risk failure, that I learned one of the most important lessons of my life.
Overall from this experience I did learn something and take something from this experience. It showed me how much love I have for the game of baseball and how much I cherish it. The pain of sitting out all those games made me realize that. I don 't need to be doing all these extra little things like basketball camps or whatever. Possibly risking injury and having to recover and miss time from the sport I 've played my
I told my mom, “ I’m horrible at this game, I get so close everytime and I just can’t hit a ball over the fence.” She replied with the, Field of Dreams, quote “Build it and they will come.” What she was meaning by that was keep working and doing what I’m doing right now
Baseball gives me confidence and reminds me of where some of my talents lie. Baseball has always been a talent I can fall back on when I begin to feel bad about myself. Though baseball can not always solve my problems, hitting in a batting cage or playing catch with a teammate is nearly a surefire way to get me into a more positive state of mind. At the beginning of fall, I made a profile on a baseball recruiting website that is used by a majority of college programs, and every now and then I will receive a notice that college coaches are looking at my profile and are potentially trying to recruit me to play baseball at their school.