Batting right-handed came naturally. I was young, and just picked up a bat and started swinging. Around this time, I played around swinging left-handed, but it was a complete failure, so I brushed it off to the side, forgetting about it for a while. At the age of twelve, I tried again to bat left-handed, but it was still a very difficult task. We were in the batting cage thirty minutes before our game having batting practice, and I was on the side with a teammate of mine doing soft toss.
I believe that my greatest skill is baseball. In my youth, I found that I didn’t enjoy sports as much as my parents pushed me to try them. Quite possibly the competitive nature of sports was not enjoyable and I felt that staying within the comforts of home was better. However, something clicked after following baseball for a season and I urged my parents to sign me up.
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.
My Dad would toss it to me in the living room and try to teach his one-to-two-year-old child to hit. But I wasn’t really put into the game till I was four years old. Baseball has impacted my life more than anything I have lived through. I believe baseball is more than a sport; it is a teacher. I am now nineteen years old playing most boys dream.
Troy turns to the one thing he does know, baseball. What he was trying to explain in this quote is how he has been safe and comfortable for the last eighteen years of his marriage and he was given a chance to do something thrilling and he took it. Troy is trying to compare the thrill of cheating to stealing second base after being safe at first. Troy and Cory in the story are not the loving father-son couple, they hardly see eye to eye on anything. Another theme of baseball this story follows is the idea of three strikes your out.
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.
While playing for a fall league team, a coach from a travel team took notice in me, and he asked me to join his team. Little did I know, my acceptance of the offer shaped who I am now by giving me all kinds of character traits such as teamwork and responsibility. Another memorable event was my first home run. I remember that day as if it were yesterday, and my first home run will always be one of my happiest memories. When I spend time at
Though women have come a long way, I do feel like social conditioning discourages young girls from learning to pitch or participate in any activity that would be deemed masculine. However, I do not feel it is always men that have the condescending tone. Twenty years ago around the time Fallows’ wrote this essay when my sister and I were very young everything we owned was pink, covered in lace and ballerina related, I accepted this in all it’s entirety my sister on the other hand wanted to play football. Our parents were relatively accepting of this; with my step-father rather ecstatic to have a kid wanting to play football, his mother, however, was exasperated. While our parents dropped use off for the weekend, she stated quite firmly overshadowing my parents’ laughter and joy “girls do not play football.”
But, as Jeter got older he wasn’t as fun anymore. He became more serious and wanted to win Jeter wanted to be the best. He would spend days practicing to become the best. He would spend days practicing to become the best. Baseball thought that he could become the best as long as he didn’t give up.
My pitching coach encouraged me not to give up and I became even more determined. When the fall ball season started, I again made my intentions known and continued receiving the same response. Until my mother 's boyfriend started taking a prominent role in my life.
Countless times, I was told to switch to softball. “Baseball isn’t for girls!” one sexist father said to me. No amount of persuasion or bullying could make me leave the sport I loved. Being only 5’3, 135 pounds, I knew I would never be as strong as the boys, who gain strength naturally.
The Old Rookie is a baseball story of a former baseball player from California, but with roots tied in Texas. People called him “The Oldest Rookie”, but was formerly known as Jim Morris. He dreamed of always pitching in the major leagues. However, as all kids it was just a fantasy that was just made even more impossible by injuries he suffered in his early twenties. Jim started to realize that his fantasy of being a pitcher for the major leagues was not reality and had to head toward the real world.