Personal Narrative-America's Pastime

Anthony Keith Gwynn, if I were to say his full name like that most people wouldn’t know who I was talking about, but if I were to say Tony Gwynn then it is a whole different story. Yes, I am talking about the Tony Gwynn who played for the San Diego Padres, and later become one of the most decorated baseball players of all time. Yet, just because he was such a successful baseball doesn’t man he never failed. His failures are what made the man so successful, and just like me I failed quite often. The game of baseball is full of failures, one being a persons batting percentage. A good batting average in the MLB is around .333, that would mean that every three times that someone is up to bat

Softball. My favorite sport. It’s not a contact sport so, the chances of me injuring another player are slim to none. Or so i thought….. I was in Traverse City last year with my team for a softball tournament. It was the fifth inning of our morning game, we were down by a few runs and I was on deck. “There is one out,” I thought to myself “I have to get on base.”

Life throws many challenges at you, but you need to know when to tackle them and when not to. A challenge is something that Is a struggle for you and needs more attention than a problem. Now I know this from experience from the time that my baseball team was in the league finals and disaster struck out.

Riley Timmons Mr.Forbes September 16, 2015 4th Hour Personal Narrative Broken Baseball Player The general definition of a teammate is a person who works with their team towards a common goal. Now what kind of teammate would I be if I stopped helping my baseball squad achieve their goal, just because I was injured? I tried to picture what the game would be like in my head; me sitting in the stands while my team lost the tournament. The fill-in pitcher for my team threw the batter an easy ball, resulting in another home run. It was probably 14-2 by now. I realized in that moment, it would be all my fault if we lost the game. I knew what I had to do. I played the game. It was a cold October night when I got hurt.The ambiance at the field was tense.

At the end of the 2013 softball season, Kelsey Bradford found herself facing a possible state champion title along with a possible surgery. It was a night filled with nervous energy, happiness, and pain. “I will never forget the feeling that I had when I stepped up to the plate as the first batter of the game. I was so nervous but so excited at the same time,” Kelsey recalled. “At the first bat of the game, I made an in the park home run. After rounding first, second, and third base I was approaching home plate and tripped. My natural instinct was to try to catch myself as I was falling, but it did not work out like I hoped it would. When I returned to my feet, I realized my thumb was just hanging there, and my whole hand was filling with a sharp thumping pain. As I was headed

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. I walked to first as the winning run proceeded home. During this game, I was seventeen years old, and still the pressure seemed too much to bear. Is it reasonable to expect children to perform under this stressful situation? Sean Gregory examines this question and much more in his article

Baseball is my favorite sport and I had a lot of memories. I have been playing baseball for 5 years. 3 years ago I was on the Serra Minor Giants and we were playing a game against the Minor Pirates. We were losing 8 - 5 and the bases were loaded. One of my teammates was batting, he stepped into the batter 's box about to take a swing.

My barrier was breaking my finger. I played softball for Troy Patterson. I had been practicing with them for about 1 week. We had a tournament that weekend and i was playing 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. I was the only first base they had so i had to or we had to forfeit. In the second game I was the only base hit and i still got hits in the other games. Jackie Still tried his hardest in everything he did even though it was hard. We came in second over all that day. When i could i still went and watched their games and

The day I had been waiting for for so long had finally arrived; the first day of the high school lacrosse season was finally here. That day was the day I needed to prove to my coaches that I deserved to be on the varsity team after not making it at tryouts. That day was a scrimmage at High Velocity, we were scheduled to play four games all in one day, against Saline, Okemos, Brighton, and Belleville.

A hot summer day in August, no clouds, and no breeze. Two teams are competing on the blazing turf, and I’m on one of them. My quarterback is yelling. “Sixty” I breathe, “Sixty” I look at the enemy in front of me, “Set!” I hear a clap, step back, and throw my hands at the oncoming defender. I feel a sharp pain in my right hand, I look down after the play and notice that my middle finger is crooked, I run to the sideline and talk to my trainer, who tells me that my finger is broken. I was devastated.

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon playing softball for only a short amount of time until I noticed a pain that was constant and was not going away. I continued to play not thinking it was something serious. Soon after my arm went numb and tingly, everyone was very concerned, especially my parents. I went to multiply doctors until we found out what was wrong, I had an inflamed and irritated rotator cuff and an inflamed tendon. I did not think I would ever play again and neither did my teammates, coaches, and family members. I could not give up on my dreams of playing college softball at the age of fifteen. I continued to play for another three seasons. Sports players are some of the strongest people who fight through an injury or personal

Everyone 's at least broken a bone or injured themselves before right? Well this is one of those tragic stories where I unfortunately injured myself.

For a young baseball player one of the highest goals to achieve is hitting a homerun -for me that was all I wanted. I already achieved most of what I wanted in baseball, and one of my proudest was a no-hitter, but it was no home run. When I first realized how bad I wanted this feat was one night after a practice where all we did was just hit. The majority of my teammates hit at least one homerun that practice, but me I hit the fence but never was able to send one over. The car ride home after the practice was horrible, I was a mess. 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.”

Bang! Smack! The ball shoots back at me like a lightning bolt. It strikes my knee, and I fall to the ground with a thud. I gather all my strength, and I launch the ball to first. It soars through the air and plops in the first baseman’s old, dark brown glove.

I am 13 years old. I have been working since I was seven. My job is full of sweat, hard work, tears, pain, frustration, pressure, time, sunburns, and losing my voice. However, it also includes, excitement, joy, victory, accomplishment, fun, cheering, dedication, power, drive, leadership, teamwork, friends, and people to depend on. My job is what I love to do and nothing will stop me from doing it. Not even being diagnosed with Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura (ITP).