The Generous Game of Baseball “The difference between winning and losing is most often not quitting.” - Walt Disney People say everyone 's a winner. I really didn’t believe that when I was little. So when I was still playing tee-ball (baseball that little kids play with a tee) and I was in the championship game, I was going for blood. It was late 2008 and I was playing for the GBSF (Green Baseball Softball Federation) team named “The Aeros.”
With the herbaceous smell of freshly cut grass and the salty taste of sunflower seeds, a baseball field strikes me as a place where I feel perfectly content. The wonderful home of the sport I have loved as long as I can remember brings a sense of calmness. Baseball fields remind me of great memories, give me a strong sense of confidence, and cause me to strive for a greater future.
On September 8, 1998 there was a MLB record broken. This record stood for over 35 years and was held by New York Yankee, Roger Maris. As Jesse Quiroz lay on the couch, he explains his memory of the night that Mark Mcgwire broke one of the hardest records to break in MLB history. He remembered that night very vividly.
The burning scorch of summer is harsh at times, but it breathes life into the public. One of the many things summer brings is games, those of which include football, soccer, volleyball, and most importantly baseball. In my little city we manage to have a professional team for baseball, the Low A Quad City River Bandits stationed out at Modern Woodman park. As I enter my car and travel to work for them that burn of summer I briefly mentioned attacks, sweat beats down my brow and my only savior comes from air flow as I drive to downtown Davenport for the Bandits. Upon pulling into the stadium there are long lines of lumbering fans waiting to get their tickets or to get into the stadium.
At three years old, I fell in love, and it's a love affair that has continued to this day. All I remember is wanting to hit with my dad every second of every day. Now if you go ask him, he will probably take credit for how good I've become as a player. But that's another story on its own. Baseball has had my heart ever since my little hands were big enough to pick up a bat. Recently, I experienced the most important moment in my baseball career to date on one sunny weekend at a baseball field in Cartersville, just northwest of Atlanta.
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.”
First home run Crack! The ball flew off the bat and went as high as a bird in the sky. Aaron is a young 11 year old boy who loves playing baseball whenever he can. Every Time that he would step up to the plate he was always swing for the fence and dreamed about hitting the ball over and seeing all the fans cheer as he rounded the bases. All of times Aaron had played he never had home run but was always close sometimes hitting the wall just short of the ball going over it: but today that was about to change.
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.”
If you like baseball you are going to love this story about my fun state baseball tournament! We had 11 players, three coaches, and a lot of fans and parents. You will hear about how we did, what I did, and what happened. Now you will read about my team and I did, and everything else that happened.
Narrative essay 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. The day was June 13, 2015. This day is a day that will always teach me something new and life mending every time that I bring it up.
When they announced the third name, everyone around me started cheering. I had won third place. This was a very happy moment for me because I did not think my performance was worth a 3rd place spot. It was not an improvement from the year before, since I had also been given 3rd place, but I knew that this specific year, I worked hard and that I actually deserved that 3rd place spot instead of just being lucky enough to beat out a few other oboe
It was the last inning of the 2020 Jr baseball finals; the winner would be declared the champions of the west region of the United States of America. The opposing team was one point ahead and Augustin’s team had one player on first base and another on second. Augustin sat on the bench next to his two best friends, Susan and Sam. They sat there for a while waiting for their turn to bat and not before long their team had received a strikeout. The kid who stuck out was a scrawny kid with glass who looked as if he was going to cry under the pressure of the game. Augustin briskly turned toward him and said “Don’t worry we’ll win this one” with a slight nod. The boy looked up at him and smiled and then sat down. Not too long after that Susan was up to bat.
In the past, the face of baseball was scattered but pretty easy to find. We’ll start this in the ‘90s—because that’s when I was born, so yes I’m a millennial and like the bat-flip—but I’ll talk about that later. Let’s start in the ‘90s where baseball was quote, unquote reborn with Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire hitting a homerun every other time they stepped to the plate.