Personal Narrative Essay About Playing Baseball

When we got there we started playing catch to get ready for our last game of the season. We hit first we started out with a single then two outs then a bomb out to left center field to score a run then we got an out, so it was their tur to bat. In the second, third, fourth, and fifth, but in the sixth inning we got two runs. Then they got up to bat they had the bases loaded the game was tied up 3-3, 0 and 0 count 1 out. He hit the ball right over our first basemen. We ended up losing 3-4 but it was a fun

A day in the summer there was a football game played at Kimberly’s turf located in Kimberly Wisconsin. A 7th grade Kimberly football team was playing another great team called the Neenah Rockets they had a massive running back that had this bushy mustache and they had a pretty fast good throwing quarterback. The Neenah rockets had great talent but so did Kimberly. This game was going to be a great one, cold fans crowded the stands eating fresh popcorn and very chocolatey hot chocolate in very white cups as the game started it was 0-0 after the first 4 and a half quarters and in the last minutes something big happens when we are on defense…

Baseball is a game I have been playing since the age of eight. Since then, I have been a phenomenal hitter. I was a right-handed hitter when I started playing baseball, and I was the best hitter in my age group. I always hit home runs when it was my turn to bat. The coaches who picked the teams argued about who would get the first pick because they all wanted to pick me first. Batting right-handed came naturally. I was young, and just picked up a bat and started swinging. Around this time, I played around swinging left-handed, but it was a complete failure, so I brushed it off to the side, forgetting about it for a while.

Authors are given the dynamic potential to create an image in a reader’s mind that would previously be unimaginable. They are given a power to control one’s imagination, word by word, page by page. Donald Barthelme, Robert Frost, and J.D Salinger are all captavating authors because of their strong authority on their stories. However, one of the most notorious examples of this unique influence is in the short story A Mickey Mantle Koan by David James Duncan. Beautifully written, Duncan tells a story of an impeccably timed tragedy. Shortly after David’s brother John, who was a complete baseball fanatic, passes away of heart complications, David receives a signed ball from John’s hero, Mickey Mantle. However, contradicting what the reader may

Imagine that one of the greatest baseball players ever had to retire due to a life threatening condition, later to be named after him. That was what happened to the legendary Lou Gehrig. Lou Gehrig was a renowned baseball player for the New York Yankees in the early 1920’s. The “Iron Horse” as he was known, was forced to retire at a young age due to a life threatening disease called ALS and often known as Lou Gehrig's disease. Gehrig was a slugger and was loved by fans for not only for his ability to hit the ball out of the park, but also for his social influence in baseball. His social impact was seen the most at the end of his career when he delivered a speech, changing the lives of everyone at the ballpark that day. Gehrig appeals to pathos, ethos and uses repetition in order to thank the fans and convince the public that he is not to be pitied.

To the real world Ken Griffey had it all. But behind the scenes, he faced turmoil and he fought against it and became one of the best baseball players the game has ever seen. Griffey JR was born in Pennsylvania, but moved when he was young to Cincinnati because that’s who his dad played for the Reds. That is where Griffey grew up and began loving baseball. Griffey out of high school was the most talented player in that years draft. Griffey could have played college football, but the baseball diamond is where he felt at home. He was selected by the Seattle Mariners had the 1st pick and used it on Griffey. Then the rest is history. Griffey has since then become one of the best players the game has seen. But things weren't always perfect. Griffey faced obstacles and overcame them. Ken Griffey Jr was motivated to struggle for change after he faced depression and tried

The day was June 13, 2015. This day is a day that will always teach me something new and life mending every time that I bring it up. The score was set 3-5 top third of the 4th inning, our 3 hole up to bat and the count being 3-1 next pitch determined if he was on base or in a full count jam. The next pitch was a ball, meaning he was walked and then took his base and this loaded the bases for me to step to the plate and bat, this was the nerve racking part of sports when your team needs you and you can or cannot deliver on the gift. I had one pitch and the ball was flying further and further until it hit the ground right at the foot of the fence and I was running and the ball was being relayed back into first and then to third where I was running to. The ball meets my leg a second after my foot hit the bag so I was safe, but I look up at the ump and he expresses his call in out, meaning the third run does not count

I take one foot out of the box and let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding in. I once again looked to my coach Mike for direction and go to take a practice swing. Little did I know the catcher was getting up to pressure Maddy back to first base from her lead. As I was taking my swing I heard a thud, my bat had hit something solid. I immediately filled with remorse and tensed up. My bat suddenly got heavy with guilt. The catcher dropped the ball and fell to her knees clutching her back. I went limp and looked around confused and shocked. I didn’t know what to do so I started walking towards the dugout. Timmy met me halfway and put his hand on my shoulder I looked up at him and that’s when I realized tears were streaming down my face. I felt weak like a helpless child. Timmy reassured me that it wasn’t my fault. “You have the right to have one foot in the box and take practice swings, it’s going to be ok,” he said, but I wasn’t really paying attention to him. I looked around at my team and the crowd they were all shocked like me. I could hear the girl’s muffled sobs from where I was standing. “Do I really hit that hard?” I thought to myself. The other team’s coaches walked the catcher back to the dugout and a new girl came in. I reassured Timmy I would be fine then walked back the box. The game resumed and I got

At three years old, I fell in love, and it's a love affair that has continued to this day. All I remember is wanting to hit with my dad every second of every day. Now if you go ask him, he will probably take credit for how good I've become as a player. But that's another story on its own. Baseball has had my heart ever since my little hands were big enough to pick up a bat. Recently, I experienced the most important moment in my baseball career to date on one sunny weekend at a baseball field in Cartersville, just northwest of Atlanta.

Hank Aaron grew up on a black farm neighborhood that had no days off in terms of working, so it was hard for him to play baseball. At the end of most days, Hank and his friends would go out to a dirt field with sticks and tin cans and play baseball. A neighborhood fastpitch softball team recognized Hank’s love for the game and put him on the team.

Hank Aaron was born on February 5,1934 to Estella and Herbert Aaron. He was the third of eight children, and they lived in a poor black section of Mobile, Alabama up until he was eight years old then his family moved to the middle-class Toulminville neighborhood. Aaron had a strong link to baseball and football from a young age, and he tended to focus more heavily on sports rather than his studies. As a young child he had many heroes like Joe DiMaggio, Jackie Robinson, and Stan Musial who are all baseball players. His first baseball team was the Toulminville Grammar School in the Louisiana Rec. League. Later on in high school, during his freshman and sophomore years, he attended Central High School, where he played football and baseball. In

It was the change of an inning. I went into the dugout, got my drink of my water and rested my arm for the next inning of pitching. First batter was up for our team, he got a hit. The second batter, strikes out. Then next thing I know is there is two people in front of me before I am up to bat. So I get in my bag to get my batting gloves, helmet, and everything else I needed to go hit. I stand towards the front of the dugout till it is my turn to take some practice swings in the on-deck circle. The batter that was up got walked and now it was my time to do my pre-hit routine in the batters box. I took three swings, then stretch, then talked to people in the crowd to not sike myself out before

John Goodman, a native teenager from Baller County, Georgia, is a high school baseball star and local celebrity; however, his fame, much like most well known bigwigs, didn’t come with ease. John’s determination and dedication to the sport of baseball landed him a place on the All-American team. This, in turn, made Goodman the first player from Baller County High School to be recognized and honored in any extracurricular activity beyond that of the state level; which he achieved in his freshmen year of high school. The young pitcher had many expectations to live up to in the oncoming years due to his spectacular athletic ability on the mound. Aside from his God given superb natural talents, Goodman knew that to accomplish his dream of becoming a Major League pitcher from such a small rural home place that he must never take his training exercises and leadership responsibilities lightly, but to always show no less

All-star, soldier, philanthropist, wit—these are just a few of the many words one could use to describe baseball legend Yogi Berra, who passed away yesterday at the age of 90. Though he will no doubt remain best known for his many accomplishments as the catcher for one of the most dominant New York Yankees teams in baseball history, his famous witticisms, military service and charitable endeavors leave behind him a legacy that extends far beyond the diamond and that has made him not only one of the greatest but also one of the most-loved to have ever played the game.

It was that time of year; flowers blooming and pollen in the air. Spring to many, baseball season to few. The time had come for the games to begin. The next county was their destination, and their goal to win. To the team, their coach made clear, clever tales were needed to pass time on the trip. The best tale, coach proposed, would get a free meal from any stop on the road. There wasn’t one player who didn’t want food, but there were only a few who put forth their tales. Of those few was the captain of the team, the centerfielder who played on grass that was the greenest of green. There was also the catcher. He insisted on telling his clever tale, but the captain of the team took the lead. The captain told a tale that resembled