Quickly, I realized that both of my opponents could hit the ball farther than me and I began to forget my father's guidance of playing conservatively, in an attempt to keep up with them. I began hitting my more inconsistent clubs, hoping for longer yardage. This method of “Go Big or Go Home” didn’t work out very well because after the first day I was losing by three strokes to Cooper and losing by four strokes to the freshman. After telling my dad how the first day had gone, he told me that I needed to play my own golf game and not worry about them. This would mean sacrificing yardage for a better score, something I was willing to do.
To make things a bit more complicated my high school coach had been my coach my entire softball career. He knew how I thought, how i played, and really molded me into the player I am today. I soon graduated from my little league summer softball to the competitive nature of highschool ball. As a freshman I knew I was going to be overlooked. Too much of my surprise I was placed on varsity for my pitching abilities.
You play catcher, third base, and really want to be a pitcher too. Then one day in the middle of the season at practice your right knee starts to feel funny. Next thing you know you’re running to catch a pop fly and your knee gives out. You tell the coach and worry about being able to play anymore while icing your knee. Well, all of this and much more happened to me in my middle and high school softball career.
My coach in turn, began screaming back at him telling him to “grow up” and other things of that manner. After the brief and explosive exchange between my goalie partner and the bench he skated back to the net to begin play. Once he had left and play had begun, I told my coach that I thought I should be put in net, I was fairly certain my partner was not in the right head space to be playing. My coach promptly refused and conveyed that he believed that my goalie partner should have to stay in net and dig himself out of the hole he created for himself. I told the coach that I didn’t think that was a good idea and that I should be put in just temporarily so that the other goalie could calm down and regroup, but my coach refused this also.
I attended my first Astros game at the age of nine. The popcorn scented air paired with the roaring of fans drove me to fall in love with the game of baseball. I learned of the bases, pitches and catches in minutes and immediately planned my own life to follow baseball trail. For months I begged my mother to place me in a little league. She was reluctant at first and impossible to convince when told the price of little league fees.
Baseball was the perfect sport for me, and I played for the majority of my life so far. It started with just playing catch with my dad as a first grader, to playing baseball in high school. Tee-ball when I was about seven years old. At the time I did not know much about the game itself, it was just about getting together with friends and having a good
It was the second week of March on a Wednesday which is baseball practice day. Me and some of the other teammates were wearing our black Diamond-Back shirt. “Okay guys,A it’s 5:45, start warming up,” my coach yelled. As I went for a ball our other coach, coach Antonio, handed out the bales to us. Once I had a ball I asked one of my teammates, Isiah, if he wanted to play catch and he said sure.
The last straw occurred when our goalie attempted to block another close goal by our opponents, but got him a sprained ankle in return. Unfortunately, officials determined he had to sit out for the rest of the game. His role in the game was crucial to our win. And with a wave, our goalie left us to perish with 10 minutes left; also, our opponents started with the ball to resume the game. Helpless and battered, exposed to a missile barrage of exhaustion, none of us could take this agony anymore.
My role was to help the other coaches run the golf classes, making sure they ran smoothly and that the students were safe and enjoying themselves. Through this experience, I was able to develop skills in several areas, such as team collaboration, as well as managing a class. I worked with at least one other coach for every class, so it was my responsibility to work well with my counterparts, and I also learned to supervise children and be an effective role model, which can be challenging with children so young. Young students often lack focus and the understanding of how to conduct themselves, but this was valuable in that it forced me to try different approaches to find the most effective in keeping them in control but also making sure they were happy. 2.
MORGANTOWN, W.Va.--The West Virginia University baseball team split a doubleheader with Jacksonville on Saturday afternoon at Monongalia County Ballpark. “Doubleheaders are such a beating,” WVU head coach Randy Mazey said. “At 5:30 this afternoon we were up 8-1 and as soon as that game ended they made up a seven run deficit. “The score goes to 0-0, they catch life and come out swinging the bats, and that’s why every coach in the world tries to avoid doubleheaders at all cost because the team that loses the first game has the momentum going into the second game just cause they tied it up. They came out swinging; you have to give them credit.
Of course I said yes. A week or two later I found out that my friend Ethan had tried out for the 11U team (I played 12U). The 11U coaches told him that he was good enough to try out for the STL Fire black 12U team. He made it! Now in the spring I will get to play with him.
I started pitching and the game had begun. I was nervous and my first couple warm up pitches were rough. I thought it was going to be a long game with the way I was already struggling.
We listened to the crickets chirping in the pond behind the field, and heard the crack of the bats slamming against the softballs being pitched. The London team ended up winning by one point, which was surprising because they had been
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.