They told me that everything would be alright. My mother told me about Lou Brock, an amazing baseball player. He did not make any school baseball team, but he still became talented. I was skeptical at first, but my parents reassured me. I was inspired by this story, and I promised myself that my practices will be of high quality and quantity.
Did you know Bill Russell was known for playing basketball in the NBA? Bill Russell was born on February 12, 1934 in Monroe, Louisiana. When he was 10, his family moved across the country to Oakland, California and his dad worked in a shipyard. In California Bill 's mother became very sick and died. After Russell 's mom died he began to play basketball for McClymonds High School in Oakland but by his senior year he earned a starting spot.
As a three year letterwinner and playing the shortstop position, I have faced many challenges. I have played softball with my older sister for many years and June 7, 2013 was one of the most heartbreaking days of my life. My sister Ashlynn was the starting shortstop player for our team. She was a great player with a positive attitude and always gave her best effort. Ashlynn was a role model to me and to other younger players on and off the field.
After Roy declined the deal, he was poisoned. Roy was poisoned during a party to celebrate winning the league. Roy spent several days in the hospital because of the poisoning and almost missed the pennant game. However, like any true quest hero Roy overcame his struggles. Roy assisted his team to win the pennant and met his
Magic Johnson Living with HIV by. Arianna Viera After a press conference, the that it thought that Johnson had just pronounced his own death sentence. Earvin "Magic" Johnson, former basketball player for the Los Angeles Lakers (position was point guard), shocked the world on November 7, 1991 when he told that he had caught HIV the disease that causes AIDS. He has been living with it for the last 20 years of his life. Life was not always about HIV for Johnson, he is very well know for his role as point guard for the Los Angeles Lakers.
But what I did not realize was all of the things I was going to give up. As a team we have six days straight of softball a week and someday it will be practice which are at least three hours. Also the days we do not have practice we have two games a day. As players we are always very tired from the long days and many of us think that if we had less time at softball, we would work harder while we were there. Although, I do understand the coaches logic for having us play that much because the more practice we get the better we will be when it comes game time.
The Los Angeles Lakers shot an abysmal 29 percent from the floor in their 90-71 preseason-opening loss to the Utah Jazz here Sunday, and many of those misses occurred the same way. They hit the front of the rim. Typically, a poor shooting night with so many players clanking so many shots off the front iron is a common sign of team-wide fatigue, which seemed understandable as Lakers coach Byron Scott has focused on running his players hard throughout training camp here. But Scott didn't think fatigue played much of a role in their shooting. "I think a lot of it is just, we just missed a lot of wide-open shots," Scott told reporters after practice at the University of Hawaii at Manoa's Stan Sheriff Center on Monday.
Ya it is kind of hard for me and my family because my dad has infection and his ankle broke a year ago, his shoulder was broke at about 2 years ago and it still not fully healed. Now his heart is skipping beats. His one lung is all scared and his other lung might be getting that bad too. I just wish the doctors would figure him out. It is hard because my dad has lost over 65 pounds in less than a weak.
A boy named Eric from North Allegheny loved the sport so much he hadn’t told people when he wasn’t feeling the best. He had gotten a couple concussions before and followed doctors orders, but the biggest season of his life was coming up and couldn’t stand not being able to play and hear the crowd chant his name. After taking a few more blows he had gotten more concussions, but didn’t bother to tell any of his family or friends. They had noticed him acting completely different and wondered what was going on. Then one night at the dinner table he started having a seizure midsentence.
Friday, April 19, 2013, took place when I was in fifth grade, a month away from leaving the elementary school I had grown to love. I woke up later than normal because I had an operation scheduled for my knee, for it had loose ligaments that caused the kneecap to slip out of place. The first time that my kneecap popped out of joint took place when I stepped down the stairs at my grandma’s house on a cold November night. From that point on, I had to be extra careful in gym class. One time I ended up kicking a ball in Big Base and fell down because my knee had popped.
However, as I grew older and know-it-all dads began coaching their sons, the same faces who welcomed me, turned their backs. 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.