Narrative Essay On A Baseball Game

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.”

When I was younger, I always wanted to be someone famous like a singer, an actress, or even an astronaut. But one day I came across a sport, but this was not just any boring sport to me, it was a sport that I knew I wanted to do for a career or even until I grew old. It might just be a ball and bat to some people but to me it felt more than a sport. It felt like an endless vacation from everything going bad in my life. That sport is softball. But I knew something that felt so wonderful has to have some challenges.

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.

Today is the second game of the, 2014 baseball state tournament, held in Wahpeton ND. My team and I are so pumped! We get to play our rivals, Fargo. We only hate them, because we play them so much. We drove down to Wahpeton in groups within our team. It only took about a 45 minute drive. Once we got to the field, I opened up the car door, and took a huge deep breath saying to myself, what another great day. I got out of the car and could start to smell hot dogs and humidity.

My team and I watching from the crowd, as Clarkstown and New City battle it out to advance to the next round. The sun beaming down on us like we were asphalt on a summer day, and getting in our eyes causing us to put on eye black. I can’t help myself and smell hot pretzels being made so my dad and I buy one and share it before the game ends. The game finishes, 4-3 in favor of Clarkstown, my coach tells us to go to the out field to stretch and throw if you were a parent in the stands all you would see would be 10 bright white baseballs flying back and forth. The umpires soon arrive and our three coaches call us over, to say “We did not try this hard and make it this far to lose, so let's go get that win boys!” my team replied with “Let’s go

The June 27th, 2015 championship game for our local West Hanover baseball team, it was a beautiful day Central PA perfect for the great game of baseball. Looking back it was a day I will never forget, possibly one of the most important days of my life. We were playing our rival team the undefeated Hershey teams, us only having one lose in our regular season to the one and only Hershey team. This team was loaded with athletes their cocky attitudes. They were like the Yankees and we were the Phillies, we were the underdogs but we had a motive we had an inspiration for the win.

One day, Bobby went to his baseball game in Miami, Florida. His game was at 7:00 p.m. and he lives 2 hours away from Miami. He had to be there at 4:30 p.m. Bobby left at 2:00 p.m. and arrived there at 4:15 p.m. Bobby went to the locker room and got ready for the game with his teammates. Batting practice started in one hour. Bobby’s team was wearing their throwback jerseys.

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.

I was at baseball practice. I was in the outfield, the overgrown and bee infested outfield.

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

I had a baseball game against the White Sox. When I got down there I found out I wasn’t pitching first, so I waited till it was my turn to pitch and when it finally happened it was 5-5 in the top of the 4th and I pitched a no-hitter. Finally it was the bottom of the 5th and still 5-5 and I came up to bat against Kaden Eugenio and he threw it right down the middle so I hit it far to right-center. It hit the fence but it didn’t go over so I ran.

It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again. Great! I was thinking. At this point in the game I thought for sure that I would die right there in center field. However, baseball is baseball and things can change rather rapidly.

8:01 AM; I’ve got just enough time to finish the last question on my history homework before the first bell rings. I was weaving my way through the crowd on my way to the library when my friend Josh interrupted my plan. He dragged me

I was in the hospital. It was June 12, 2017 at Genisys Hospital. My grandma was dead lying in the hospital bed. I was crying for hours and hours. I could not sleep thinking my grandma was dead. The very next day I had a baseball game. It was at Liberty Shores in Linden at around 6:00. I was just shocked I made it to the game and was able to play in it. But I was the first on there because I was really excited and nervous for this game. I was so nervous that I just wanted to play amazing for my grandma.