I saw the other kids throwing lasers to each other and I knew I was accurate, but couldn’t throw nearly as fast. My hand was shaking as I threw to someone I had never met. My throws were rainbows as slow as molasses. Surely the coaches would see, I was doomed. Next we moved on to fielding, the coach hit us four balls each.
We unload everything from the bus, bats, helmets, t’s, nets, and the softballs from the front seats and take them to our dug out. We set everything up behind the dug out and in the right field where we are closest to and start practicing with a partner in stations. We get to choose our partners, but if we are messing around and not practicing, they choose for us, just for that game. First, West Sioux is on the side practicing catch, hitting balls in the out field, hitting a mat as hard as we can, and anything else they tell us to practice with while the opponent is in the infield practicing hitting, catching, doing scenarios, etc. Next, we switch… Woodbury goes off the field and we come in the field.
We had a helluva time…….We went in the shoe department and we pretended she--old Phoebe-- wanted to get a pair of those very high storm shoes, the kind that have a million holes to lace up…...It was a dirty trick, but it killed old Phoebe….old Phoebe always starts giggling”(197). This memory of him and Phoebe reminded Holden of a happier time in his childhood. Holden recalled other happy memories from his childhood such as Allie baseball mitt and going to the movies with all his siblings. Having all happy memories of his childhood, Holden wants to stay in the past with the happier moments and memories. Thus, explaining, he is not fully ready to be an adult and that he is not fully ready to leave his childhood either.
“The lightning bugs trapped in empty peanut butter jars with triangular holes on top, made with the point of a beer can opener. The fading smears of phosphorescent yellow-green where the older, more jaded kids have used their sneaker soles to smear the lights across the gray pavement. “Let them out,” our mothers would say, “or they will die in there.” Finally, perfect sleep. Sweaty sheets, no dreams.” This excerpt gives impeccable evidence as to why people who try too hard to reduce the complexities in their lives to simplistic terms by telling us a nostalgic memory from when Quindlen was very young and what people used to do and say back then regarding lightning bugs. On the end of the excerpt, Quindlen uses syntax through sentence fragments to imbed her final thoughts on the lightning
He just was. Always. Gavin Barone was my first lesson, a sheen-haired, stocky investment of his wasp masters. On TV they tell you bullies are supposed to be dumb; rough and rowdy, but with IQs lower than room temperature. But what if they’re smarter than you?
Second time's the Charm I stumbled onto the floor squeezing my toes together to get rid of the nerves-as if they were going to go away. I squatted down next to everyone that came to practice early and crammed in the middle of two sparkly grip bags that filled the air with chalk as I sat down. “Are you excited Emily?” Olivia said as I ripped off my sweatpants revealing my burnt orange leotard. “Of course” I pronounced trying not to show the massive fear that was bubbling up inside of me. As I reached down to take off my shoes as state champion Carly Ross strutted into the gym and made her appearance clear.
The tan sand around the bases with the growing green grass and old worn out cracked dugouts is where I would have been. The Albany baseball diamond was where me and my friends hung out. We would hit old worn out baseballs with the leather coming off of them and run around the aged bases and sleep on the old rickety metal things they called bleachers. The school right beside it also had a playground which we may or may not have supposed to be on. Dairy Dream was just across the street with the delicious smell of hot chocolate fudge and the nose tingling scent of vanilla ice cream that filled the air.
I had a feeling that I was gonna pitch that day, so I had to get my mind right. When I got to the field I sat my bag and everything else in the same spot, grabbed my glove, stretched, and started warming up. At the time I was very superstitious and I had to do the same thing every single pregame. Right before the game started my coach talked to all of us and then I would give my pregame speech to hype of the team. Then I ran out to the field and began pitching.
When he first got out of college he was segregated into a negro baseball league. When he was playing, the fans would be calling him terrible names and would most likely make him mad. When Jackie would play, the fans would be throwing things at him from the stands. They fans would throw drinks, food, and things they brought into the stadium. (#####) Jackie was named the best player in the negro leagues, and now is thought as one of the best players to play the game.
Starting by informing them they’re not good enough, pressuring them with the absence of companionship unless they abandon their own desires and pick up a tool of competition, and fight, dominate, and even kill if they want to be in a position of importance. Some may see the childhood stereotype, “In a nutshell, the girls liked the jocks the best, and sometimes deigned to give the time of day to the other team, the computer nerds” (Walker 574), as a playful matter without much fault. In reality “boys being boys”, is an excuse to turn a blind eye to all of those out of the lines of conformity. Without properly addressing the stereotype young males face it discourage future ambitions of developing
Baller County had high expectations for the year so the team started off the practices with a strong swagger and practice had started becoming part of a usual routine for all the young athletes. The day February 25, a day that young John Goodman will never forget. The overcast weather conditions had soaked everything; therefore, the team had spent practice in the batting cages. Afterwards, the coach dismissed the team to go home since weather conditions seemed to be worsening. Goodman and a few others had decided that they would go to the mall and pick up some well needed snacks at the mall.
This guy’s name was Andrew Barnet and people called in A.B. except for me of course. I took to calling him ABC because, to me that was all he knew in his little peanut head. The reason that we didn’t like each other was that he was supposed to be the person to usurp my position as the top baller of my age. The people who were trying to beat Swinks out in the bets poured a lot of money into getting ABC into the top programs for football, basketball, and they even taught him 8 ball, but the fact of the matter is he doesn’t have my drive.
I choose Huggies because of their price, durability, and comfort. Dakota can play with his trucks, make mud pies, and splash around in the rain puddles and continue wearing his Huggies diaper longer than if he was wearing a Luv’s diaper. Bailey can run wild, do as many summersaults as she wants, and play on the swing-set without being bothered to have her diaper changed as often. Huggies has made my life
One bad apple spoils the bunch!” Those who had laughed were given dirty looks from their fellow teammates. Jogging around third corner of the field, I started to regret having dinner right before practice. When we finished jogging around the entirety of both fields, Coach was waiting for us with a bucket of lacrosse balls. “Alright! Today, we are starting out with something basic.