Mike Trout, Babe Ruth, Bryce Harper, Barry Bonds they were all in my dream. I don 't know if it was the excitement and the adrenaline I was feeling, because tryouts day finally arrived. But I felt something I didn 't felt before, I was secure, I was thrilled, energy was flowing out of my pores, I had a feeling of success, something was telling me that it was my day. The day I will finally shine. The sun was gleaming, the clouds were white as snow and the birds were charmingly singing. What else could I have ask for. It was the perfect beginning for a perfect day. I got out of my bed full of energy, I sing all the way to the bathroom, and I danced in front of the mirror while brushing my teeth. And that was when I heard “Luis! Come down, …show more content…
She knew how important it was for me, she’s been the one always with me, the one who encourages me better than instagram quotes, the only person who has been woken up every weekend early in the morning to teach me techniques and with practice with me. She knew how I played, and that was her words were so special. That moment I got out of the car and full of energy I sprinted down to the field, took my bat, a ball and started playing, feeling like a champion, just like Babe Ruth. I thought of him before and how he bats, and i tried to played like him, imagining a stadium full of fans ready to watch me win. “HOME RUNNNNNNNNNNNNN.” I screamed as hard I could, getting heard even doen in China. “mom , I made it,” “ home run …show more content…
“Wow! I saw what you did down there boy!” “Thank you so much sir.” “Why don 't you play a while with me before the tryouts and i 'll tell you immediately if i want you in the team.” “That will be a pleasure sir.” “Then come on.” we threw me the bat and we were about to walk together down the field when my mom called me. “Come here,” “lets make a bet. If you win i 'll take you to your favorite restaurant and well eat dinner there.” “I think is fabulous idea mom.” I grabbed my bat again and went to the baseball field to play with Mr. Ramon. And without even believing i made three home runs in those 45 minutes we had together. He even congratulated me, and gave me an immediate place in the team. And at the end of the day, without thinking about it I felt special as I had an astonishing day, staring with my favorite breakfast, and ending with the restaurant of my preference. Of course Texas de
" "I can do that. " We went to Michigan and had a super time. It was a terrific week. When we got back I yelled, "One more day!" The next day when I was getting
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.
I stared in awe as I saw the glistening field. The sun was shining bright and there was a fresh breeze that filled me with all the hope a six year old could have. It was a perfect day, the kind of day that would have made Picasso paint. In my situation, this day gave me confidence, I wanted to learn more about this rollercoaster ride of emotion by the name of baseball. The sign up, the practice, the boys, the fail.
My dad and I watched many videos, by Jennie Finch, learning the main steps to become a successful pitcher. After hours of practicing we headed inside to eat my favorite dinner, lasagna! That week, our softball game was in Forest Lake, Minnesota. It was a little chilly, and gloomy that day. But that didn’t bother me!
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.
I thought as I turned to catch the breeze on my face. “Play ball” shouted the Umpire, as I got into a comfortable stance to watch another boring inning of “infield baseball”. Our pitcher and infield were good, too good, and thus as an outfielder I never got any action. The thing was, our team was the best in the league that year, and that was because our coach
It made me realize that hard work and practice will help me make the team next year. Practicing was the key to making the team. Before the next tryout I went every night to go hit and field to get better. On rainy days or days my dad had to work later I would hit
I take one foot out of the box and let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding in. I once again looked to my coach Mike for direction and go to take a practice swing. Little did I know the catcher was getting up to pressure Maddy back to first base from her lead. As I was taking my swing I heard a thud, my bat had hit something solid.
Unfortunately, my dreams disappeared as the announcement of no contact sports rang through the
After that, all the parents said “great job rebels.” This is one of my best experiences in baseball I have had. I got to spend time with my family and also my friends. We had a lot of fun while doing what we love. On the way back we got a text from our coach and he said,”that there will be a party at his house.”
Throughout the years of playing softball, my commitment grew not only on the field with my teammates, but also independently to make me become a better player
Standing in the batter’s box, I twirled the bat once and placed it on my shoulder. As my heart thumped and sweat rolled down my cheek, I raised the bat and exhaled. The score was 6–6 in the bottom of the seventh inning; our team had two outs and the bases were loaded. With the weight of the game on my shoulders, I waited anxiously for the pitch. The softball whipped furiously through the air until it came to a sudden halt; the ball had crashed into my thigh.
When I first joined softball I remember it being such a beautiful day it was really fresh out in the softball field, the sky was light blue with birds flying high above, and the softball field’s grass was dark green and looked great for a picnic. I felt all alone in the big diamond field, my head had second thoughts as I seen all those other girls who were also going out for softball talking to their friends as they were waiting for the coaches to get to the softball field. Since I knew no one and was the youngest one out there going out for softball, I said to myself, I should not come back tomorrow, even though deep inside I knew I wanted to join. I had that second thought mostly because I was lonely and I didn't know anyone. I didn’t give up, I went out to tryouts everyday until the teams were made.
On my first of try out practice, I was Petrified. There were these large, muscular, solidly built boys who looked like Norse Vikings. As well as the scrawny, pathetic looking kids who looked like they would fly away in the wind; like myself, all standing together. It was true that I had quite remarkable ball handling skills, but the sheer confidence and masculinity of the other kids made me doubt my abilities. We warmed up with a game of 3v3 knockout.