They were smiling at me, hoping that I would stay in for the rest of the game. That’s when power ran through me, smiles started to appear on my face. And that’s when I knew I was going to play the rest of the game ,and I was going to play the rest of the tournament. Even if my arm ached. When I looked at my coach she gave me a thumbs up ,and I gave her a happy thumbs up back.
When I was younger, I loved to play baseball. I would join multiple leagues every year, and spend days in the summer playing pickup games with friends. Of course I had other interests, but baseball 's combination of technical and physical skill stood out to me as something that I loved. As time went on, and I became more serious about the sport, I began to realize that I was actually terrible at it. I understood the strategy and could perform any individual task, but I could never piece it together to play at even an intermediate level.
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.
Each player has a “friend” with them at all times. The “friend,” is a volunteer that goes to their position with them in the field and to the plate when they hit. They are there to assist the player in any way possible. I
In 2013, I was selected to play on the only all girls baseball team in the largest tournament for twelve year olds in the United States, Cooperstown Dreams Park in Cooperstown, New York. Baseball has always been a male dominant sport and because of that, I have always been praised for being the only girl on the all boys team. Since I was four years old, I had only played with boys. Everyone welcomed me and saw nothing wrong. However, as I grew older and know-it-all dads began coaching their sons, the same faces who welcomed me, turned their backs.
As a young tyke, I was much more extroverted and outgoing, compared my current social relationships, and this excitement lead to my upcoming passion for baseball. During the summer of 2009, I had just reached my 9th birthday and my best friend Nicholas and I decided to join a baseball team. Joining the baseball team was a way for both of us to get together more often to hang out and explore the world together. So as a young child who was still experiencing the world, joining sports was an entertaining way to experience what the world had to offer. Baseball was just a part of the beginning.
First home run Crack! The ball flew off the bat and went as high as a bird in the sky. Aaron is a young 11 year old boy who loves playing baseball whenever he can. Every Time that he would step up to the plate he was always swing for the fence and dreamed about hitting the ball over and seeing all the fans cheer as he rounded the bases. All of times Aaron had played he never had home run but was always close sometimes hitting the wall just short of the ball going over it: but today that was about to change.
Although the game may have been over, the hardest day of my life was just starting. Afterwards, my mom and I were waiting for my dad to stop talking because he just never stops. My mom started screaming about her excruciating pains, and we, as a family, rushed her to the hospital. The next 12 hours were a living hell. The doctor walked
My baseball team finished at 2nd place and 2 people got picked for all star game and i'm confused why they didn't pick me because I had the best batting average on the team and I threw normal and I am a utility player so I could go anywhere. I was the second best catcher on my team and I could make the throw to second. I wish I could go to a sikik like Mrs Reffel did to that one lady that has never made a mistake on her readings and I wanna see if I become a baseball player. Back to my statement I didn't make it to the all star game even though I had good stats.
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.
Towards the end of the school year after my success on the baseball field lead to my summer coach asking me to play for his summer team again, I thought to myself, maybe I’ll prove to him I am good enough to play in Florida and surpass his expectations. So the summer starts the first game I sit, the next game I sit, then finally the last game of the tournament I sit. At this point I asked him, “why did I not get a chance to pitch?” he said, well there are too many pitchers to get you in this tournament. I said okay thinking nothing of it.
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.” She replied with the, Field of Dreams, quote “Build it and they will come.” What she was meaning by that was keep working and doing what I’m doing right now
Overall from this experience I did learn something and take something from this experience. It showed me how much love I have for the game of baseball and how much I cherish it. The pain of sitting out all those games made me realize that. I don 't need to be doing all these extra little things like basketball camps or whatever. Possibly risking injury and having to recover and miss time from the sport I 've played my
One night at baseball practice, competition elevated my level of play to where it needed to be. That night, for the most part had not been my night. I had been missing routine ground balls and throwing the ball off target constantly. It felt like I could do nothing right, until coach called for a fielding contest. Even though I had been struggling, now that every play mattered I hit my stride.