It was the height of a spring softball game, and all of my girls were lined up against the chain-link fence chanting cheers in support of their teammate. I took a moment away from coaching to see one of my players standing isolated by the trees. She was talking on her cell phone looking more distraught than ever before. I walked over to her and asked her if everything was okay. She apologized quickly and said she needed to take this phone call, for it was her dad, and he was calling from prison. I was in shock- it was hard to believe that underneath all of the happiness was a girl who has had a much tougher life than I could have imagined. It was in that moment I knew, there was more depth to my 10 year old girls than I could have imagined. My job was to be much more than a softball coach. I grew up heavily involved in my community’s softball league as a player, and have coached a team for 2 years now. Coaching was a challenge at first, but quickly became a strong passion of mine as the girls’ joy and drive was inspiring. I encountered the most loving children, amidst a city that is plagued by negative media and influences. The high school I attend is populated by over 4,000 diverse students, and I would not trade this for the world. It …show more content…
To me, being a coach is providing my kids with a role model and steady figure in their lives to count on no matter what. I make sure I am there for the girls that I committed to, and give them an outlet for their day to day stresses. I always take time to ask them how they are doing- no matter what. A few of the girls will ask for help with their homework since no one at home can. I stress the importance to try their hardest in every aspect of their lives. Girls who would once give up on their homework started to ask for help instead of accepting defeat. They know I will always be there for them for more than just
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It was an early Saturday morning in October, when the Panther girls softball team were playing for a third straight win. The two games before that flew by easily, we won both and were playing to be seeded first in the tournaments the next day. The crowd was full of excitement, parents yelling, and the coach yelling at the umpires, because of bad calls. We were nervous because it was a really good team that had 3 of the best players in the state. We had played them in two previous tournaments, and lost on the second day, so this time we were determined to beat them.
People have influences and role models in life, typically a family member. On occasion, for athletes, coaches are a major influence. Throughout my career as an athlete, many coaches have come and gone and have been loved and hated, but none has had a greater impact than Jarica Martarano, my softball coach since sophomore year. She was born on August 24, 1992, she grew up on sports, including basketball, volleyball, softball, and soccer. She only played soccer for a year because she got in trouble for pushing a girl so she did not want to play again.
In the past, the face of baseball was scattered but pretty easy to find. We’ll start this in the ‘90s—because that’s when I was born, so yes I’m a millennial and like the bat-flip—but I’ll talk about that later. Let’s start in the ‘90s where baseball was quote, unquote reborn with Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire hitting a homerun every other time they stepped to the plate.
Baseball was in my blood. Some of my earliest memories include batting cages with my Dad, sliding into home plate and throwing my first curve ball. By eight years old, I was playing ball year-round on travel teams and loving every minute of it. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this was my sport, and I would play it in high school and possibly beyond. But, during the summer of 2010, the unthinkable happened.
For fifteen years, baseball was my life; I have countless favorite memories and am grateful for the lessons and values learned during my baseball journey. After a year of playing in college while battling an injury, I decided to alter my goals; ultimately, I chose to leave baseball behind. Finishing out the school year left me feeling anxious pertaining to what I might expect in the future, but deep down I knew I made the right choice of transferring to the University of Illinois. Brand-new friends introduced me to opportunities I might have previously passed on, and as a result, I found myself wanting a connection to the community. Being a student teacher in our Child Development Lab, joining student organizations, and volunteering at our
At ten years old I really doubted if I wanted to play baseball after that season. We were the worst team in the league. In our first and only playoff game we lost. During that game I felt like my coach was dumber than a bag of rocks, he didn't even know the difference between the shortstop position and the second base position. He didn't know how to run the scorebook and he has not played a game of baseball his whole life.
When I reflect upon responsibility, there is one ideology that comes to mind: “Everyone to whom much was given, of him much will be required” (Luke 12:48). This verse is monumental to me because I have been given so much. I am a leader in the community, a starter in three sports, and a big brother. This has given me the responsibility, as well as the opportunity, to positively impact many lives. Children are very impressionable, and I find it extremely important that the impression I leave on the children who look up to me is one of hard work, never giving up, and endless positivity.
Giving Back to Hawaii Growing up in a small town called Honoka’a on the island of Hawaii has taught me a lot. Hawaii emphasizes on always giving back to our community. I plan on doing that by helping kids develop skills, and fundamentals for the game of basketball. Basketball has been a part of my life since I was six years old and now I 'm going to be 18 years old, graduating high school and moving onto college.
I have dreamed the same dream for as long as I can remember. I can picture it, clear as day. I am at the ballpark, standing in the owner's box in late October. I am, like the other team executives around me, on my feet with bated breath. We watch as the team we spent years building records the final out to clinch a World Series Championship.
Coaching has many different fields that goes along with the job. For instance, there is baseball, softball, tennis, track, cross country, basketball, and football. All these different types of sports require coaches. Some of these fields of coaching require more practice, time, and patience than others. The most time consuming sport would have to be football, this would be a good job for people who have allot of free time.
it seems to me that what any man’s beliefs are depends upon how he spends his life. I’ve spent a good part of mine as a professional baseball player and the game that I play for a living is naturally a very important thing to me. I’ve learned a lot of things on the baseball diamond about living — things that have made me happier and, I hope, a better person. I’ve found that when I make a good play and take my pitcher off the hook, it’s just natural for me to feel better than if I made a flashy play that doesn’t do anything except make me look good for the grandstands. It works the same way off the ball field, too.
Freshman year I began volleyball and was able to do so while still maintaining a 4.0 GPA. I continued this sport into sophomore year as a Co-Captain of the team. I was told by my volleyball coach that the reason I was given this role was due to my leadership skills, and my ability to responsibly execute the coach 's expectations for the team. Throughout volleyball season of sophomore year, I still maintained a 4.0
Interacting with different people has helped me to become what I am today and I am thankful to everyone for that, though it is still a long way to go. Going down the memory lane reminds me how interacting with teachers at my school helped me to get good grades and feel better about my hard work, as there were times in my high school life when I had put a lot of effort to get a grade, but at the end the grade wasn’t the one I was expecting, but as I used to interact with my
My favorite day of playing softball was on March 19, 2016. We had a tournament and we were hosting it. There was six teams in the tournament including us. We had to be at the field by 7:00 in the morning to help get the field ready. Throughout the day we had pool play games, bracket play games, and the championship games.
My coaching experience was challenging but overall a great experience. Over the past few weeks, I got a chance to learn more about my client and also help her achieve her goals of water consumption. Overall my client did a good job with keeping up with her water intake. I know that it is not an easy task to write down the amount of water that is being consume, but she made extreme efforts to make complete the logs. It was difficult meeting up with my client due to the fact that we have conflicted schedules.