Personal Narrative Essay: The Albany Baseball Diamond

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

As a child, baseball was not a competition, but rather an outlet for fun and an exciting activity, and that is how I saw it even as I got older. However, with aging, it became more competitive and success driven. It was difficult for me to reconcile my carefree attitude with the harsh, competitive nature of the sport. However, as I matured, it became easier. I stopped emphasizing blind competition, and began to enjoy the game for its method. I still dedicated myself to the game as a teenager, striving to get better every day, not because I wanted to win, but because I cared about the game, I owed it to myself to play to the best of my ability. Even as the sport moved on, I got enjoyment out of it and continued to play, even without a league to play

It is important to acknowledge that there is a certain point where the game goes too far, such as kids possibly harming someone, or end up getting involved in an event that breaks the law. Although the games can be misleading to kids to what’s right and what isn’t, or teach kids that violence is ok, these simulated games are a good way for kids to make close bonds with teammates, and even the community. It also teaches that perseverance is key to make a team

Sadly, my enjoyment of baseball was short-lived. As I transitioned into middle school, the sport became more competitive than enjoyable. Rather than hearing cheers and

A field shaped like a diamond followed by a meadow of grass. Sixty foot base paths that surrounds the infield in a counterclockwise direction. A batting count of three balls and two strikes. Three outs total in all seven innings of pure determined, back and forth softball between two teams. This place has been my home for years. I play softball because of the love I have for the game, and because of the feeling that takes my breath away every time I step onto the field. The softball field at Glendale Community College is now my new home for the next two years.

Baseball has given me a wide range of outstanding memories. The day I was first asked to play travel baseball changed who I am as a person. While playing for a fall league team, a coach from a travel team took notice in me, and he asked me to join his team. Little did I know, my acceptance of the offer shaped who I am now by giving me all kinds of character traits such as teamwork and responsibility. Another memorable event was my first home run. I remember that day as if it were yesterday, and my first home run will always be one of my happiest memories. When I spend time at

Because the Lithuanian told him that the knowledge of baseball would allow him to gain entrance into America, he learned its jargon. By the time the ship docked at Ellis Island, he could say in English that a baseball was made from cowhide and that catch was as easy as catching a can of corn.

Life throws many challenges at you, but you need to know when to tackle them and when not to. A challenge is something that Is a struggle for you and needs more attention than a problem. Now I know this from experience from the time that my baseball team was in the league finals and disaster struck out.

Softball. My favorite sport. It’s not a contact sport so, the chances of me injuring another player are slim to none. Or so i thought….. I was in Traverse City last year with my team for a softball tournament. It was the fifth inning of our morning game, we were down by a few runs and I was on deck. “There is one out,” I thought to myself “I have to get on base.”

On that sunny day in Cartersville, there were baseball scouts as far as the eye could see. Any team you could put your mind to was pretty much there in attendance. I remember this day perfectly because I had recently talked to Georgia Tech’s assistant coach about coming to watch me play at this game. So, as the game started I peeked at the backstop to see if he was present, but he wasn’t. I saw Virginia, Georgia, Kennesaw State, Troy, Alabama, Mercer, and a couple other college coaches when I

For a young baseball player one of the highest goals to achieve is hitting a homerun -for me that was all I wanted. I already achieved most of what I wanted in baseball, and one of my proudest was a no-hitter, but it was no home run. When I first realized how bad I wanted this feat was one night after a practice where all we did was just hit. The majority of my teammates hit at least one homerun that practice, but me I hit the fence but never was able to send one over. The car ride home after the practice was horrible, I was a mess. 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.”

Blinded by the sunlight I still tried to withstand its power and held my glove out to catch the incoming pop fly. Before I knew it, the ball was directly in front of my face and hit me on top of my forehead. I cried, nevertheless I was still determined to stay in my third base spot that I earned. That was strike one. My first at bat was my best at bat. It was not an impressive hit and the only reason why it was not caught is because the outfielder was in her own world. In my next three at bat 's the pitcher hit me every single time leaving me without a chance to redeem myself.I still got on base but I consider this strike Two. At the end of the game my team decided to go to Steak and Shake. Strike three happened as soon as I got out of the car

Today is the second game of the, 2014 baseball state tournament, held in Wahpeton ND. My team and I are so pumped! We get to play our rivals, Fargo. We only hate them, because we play them so much. We drove down to Wahpeton in groups within our team. It only took about a 45 minute drive. Once we got to the field, I opened up the car door, and took a huge deep breath saying to myself, what another great day. I got out of the car and could start to smell hot dogs and humidity.

Everyone 's at least broken a bone or injured themselves before right? Well this is one of those tragic stories where I unfortunately injured myself.

I have never been very energetic. Most of my recesses were spent talking or daydreaming. If I did happen to join in it was to play hop scotch, tether ball, or four square. Rarely would you see a boy playing any of these games. I was not that we didn’t allow them to join in. They were more likely playing other games that involved more excitement, such as dodgeball. After all, why keep a ball contained in four small squares when you can throw it at someone?