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.
The game is in Miami, Florida. I live two hours away from the stadium. I had to be there at 4:30 p.m. I left at 2:30 p.m. and arrived there at 4:15 p.m. I went to the locker room and saw most of my team there. I got ready for the game and we were wearing our throwback uniforms.
The first pitch crack of the ball off the bat a triple. The next 3 kids hit doubles. The first Batter was up to the plate. He had hit the ball right to our third basemen,but he fielded it too quick and bobbled it. The batter had made it to first base.
It was a scorching 100 degree summer day. It was the start of the 11 year state championship baseball game against Albert Lea, I still remember that game like it was yesterday. It was miserable out we played three games that day before reaching the state championship. When the game started I kind of forgot about how hot it was out. We started fast scoring 2 runs in the top of the 1st inning Dylan and Reno each crossed the plate that inning. Derek took the hill to pitch, he started with 2 strikeouts and a lazy fly ball to left field. Then I was up to start the top of the second inning and I watched the first two pitches pass for balls and then on the third pitch of the at bat I hit a line drive to left field for a single but the next three batters all got out. Tanner got up and said
Baseball Narrative Rough Draft I was so nervous for this morning’s competition. Today was the day that I had the chance to show to a judge what I had to offer into the heat of the KMEA Piano Kansas State Competition. The songs that I had practiced over from June to October were mere children’s play compared to others in the group who played pieces like Claire de Lune and the 12 Variations of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (no one in middle school with common sense would choose repertoire made for high schoolers). “Melody, make sure you go over the spots in your songs that you need to work on”, Mom said, shattering my thought process.
Turner field was built in 1996 to host the 1996 summer Olympics, and the stadium shows off its Olympic history with landmarks that are recognizable from the Olympics. Fans from all over Georgia and many other states travel to Atlanta to come see the Braves play in their beautiful stadium. Turner Field created an electric atmosphere that allowed the athletes to perform at their best ability, but as the years have passed the crowds have died down. One article noted that in 2001 “THERE WERE 10,000 empty seats at Turner Field as the Braves finished off the Astros in the divisional round”(Lake). Each year there are less and less fans at the games to cheer on the Braves.
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.”
National or local parks are great places to play. You can do just about anything at the park including softball. Playing softball is an amazing way to get in shape and have fun all at the same time. Softball is a great sport to keep you active, and healthy. It can be complicated sometimes, but that’s a great way to get your head in the game.
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.
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.
A couple of our guys got on, but then I was up to bat. I was so excited. I got up there and decided that I was going to take the first pitch (not swing at it) to get my timing to make sure I get a hit. Ball one, I step out of the box taking another practice cut. I got back in the box and waited for the next one.
They started their season really early and only had four practices until there first game and the coach of Jack and Joe ’s team had not announced the starter’s. This meant Jack and Joe both had a chance to start at shortstop so both Jack and Joe had to do good at practice to increase their chance to starting at shortstop. Today Jack and Joe had a batting practice. Jack and Joe both hit really good, Jack even hit a homerun over the