Personal Narrative: First Week As A Freshman Baseball Player

With the herbaceous smell of freshly cut grass and the salty taste of sunflower seeds, a baseball field strikes me as a place where I feel perfectly content. The wonderful home of the sport I have loved as long as I can remember brings a sense of calmness. Baseball fields remind me of great memories, give me a strong sense of confidence, and cause me to strive for a greater future. 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.

It was the middle of June and we are playing the second game of the World Series. We got here by doing well in the state tournament so all the teams are pretty good. Before anybody plays we all have a big party at the fields there were hotdogs and burgers and drinks. They had bounce houses and contests, then after an hour or so everybody exchanged team pins. We met all the other players from the other teams and just had fun.

“Unfortunately, Jack, there will not be many opportunities for you this year.” Seconds after being told I had made the varsity baseball team, I did not expect my coach to so bluntly tell me I would be spending more time watching the game than playing it. Our state ranked team had a pitching staff full of Division 1 commitments and future MLB draft picks, and I was being told I did not measure up. The bench became my best friend.

I was in the hospital. It was June 12, 2017 at Genisys Hospital. My grandma was dead lying in the hospital bed. I was crying for hours and hours. I could not sleep thinking my grandma was dead.

As I stepped out of the car door to head onto the field I could smell the freshly mowed grass and hear the birds chirp. It was a big day for me because I was about to try out for my first softball team. As I walked on the field there were other softball athletes throwing very strong to each other and that made me get nervous. Once I got my glove in my hand and started to throw I felt that I was throwing very well. The coaches Softball made me realize that you have to have leadership skills and

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 believe that every day is training day. As a high school athlete, sports are a way of relieving the stress of everything that is going on in my life. For me, that stress is relieved is when I step out on a soccer field with my team and we play to our best capability for 80 minutes. Any athlete knows that in order to become a great and dedicated athlete you have to put in the work and be passionate about what you do. When I was an eighth grader going to be freshman I thought I knew this already, as I did play soccer every year since I was five (I was fourteen at the time.)

I had just got out of school one cold March day. I had been waiting my entire freshman year for volleyball tryouts to come into season. The basketball team was still having practice in the McGowan gym because they still had some season left in store for them. That afternoon when the bell rung at 2:45 p.m. I knew that I had to bring my all into what was happening next.

The summer before the start of my freshman year in high school I had a major incident that I had to overcome. Before this event, baseball was my favorite sport and I have been playing it since I was 5 years old. I had torn my rotator cuff about 6 years ago which resulted in me sitting out for about a year. I was in middle school, but decided not to tryout for the school team, instead I played in a less competitive junior league. I played it for two years and thought my baseball career was over until I joined the Mountain Pointe Warriors summer team.

I would like to get better at baseball because that's what i like to do is play baseball. The thing about baseball is that it's a fun sport to play. I played since i was 6. To get better i must get better at throwing, bating, Etc,... Also i have to amplify my skills.

The touch on the brim of the hat and a slide across the waist. The call for a bunt my dad had used every year when he coached me in baseball. This year was my first year of kid pitch during the fall ball season. My team was oakland athletics and we were playing the Kansas city royals. I would soon learn a life lesson that I still use till this day.

The ball went flying through the air as if it was taken by the wind. I watched it and then was then yelled at to RUN! It was my first ever baseball hit. I Lined up inside the box itching to get my first hit. The pitcher got the signals from his coach.

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.

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.

This past weekend my softball career came to a complete end. I have spent the last 15 years of my life putting in the hard work, dedication, and endless effort that has brought me to where I am today and I couldn't be more thankful. I have made many friendships along the way that will last a lifetime, and memories that I will cherish forever. Although I'm sad that it has come to an end, I am ready for a new chapter in my life to begin. I want to thank all my coaches and teammates for the continuous support on and off the field, and pushing me to the limits I never thought I could reach.