Everyone has had someone close pass away. Well in my case, it was my best friend Ethan. He pass away in 2013 from a mistake by the doctor.I know that he always wanted me happy, but that wasn’t always the case when he first was gone. let me tell you about our mind boggling years with Ethan. Well now it’s 2012 and I’m still in class. I wonder when school is going to end so I can go home. As I looking at Mrs.Perry my eyes are slowly shutting. Math has never been my best subject and definitely not the most interesting. I am about to collapse as soon as a bright green tennis ball hits the window, but it wasn’t as loud as I thought. Although it’s loud enough to wake me up. I jerked straight up in my desk and looked at the window to see what happens. We see the middle schoolers waving their hands viciously for us to come outside. I never thought I would get out of this class.
“ I guess we can go play math kickball.” Mrs. perry said in a disappointed matter.
Everyone wasn’t disappointed, but her all because she didn’t finish her lesson. Me and my classmates rushed outside from the east door of the building. We started playing with the seventh and eighth graders to start off with. …show more content…
I lined up to the base and looked at my friend who is a seventh grader wrestler to roll the ball. I knew it was going to be hard to kick his ball. He rolled it with perfect accuracy as I took my stance and prepared to kick with all my might. I kicked it right to second base unfortunately. I bolted to first base hoping there would be a chance I got there before the ball did. Except as I was running hearing the cheering or my teachers I realized that everything felt like slow motion. I slid into first base as the first basemen tried to catch the ball. I sat down in disbelief as this middle schooler held out his hand offering to help me up. Of course I let him help me. once I got up I looked
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The first pitch crack of the ball off the bat a triple. The next 3 kids hit doubles. The first Batter was up to the plate. He had hit the ball right to our third basemen,but he fielded it too quick and bobbled it. The batter had made it to first base.
We were warming up and the girl on third base threw it to me. I missed judged it and it hit my finger. I called timeout and coach came out there to see what was wrong. I told him what had happened and I told him i would be ok and kept playing.
I had a baseball game against the White Sox. When I got down there I found out I wasn’t pitching first, so I waited till it was my turn to pitch and when it finally happened it was 5-5 in the top of the 4th and I pitched a no-hitter. Finally it was the bottom of the 5th and still 5-5 and I came up to bat against Kaden Eugenio and he threw it right down the middle
When I made a lucky catch, I learned what carelessness could cost you. I was around seven years old at the time, and I played baseball for Lakeview Playground. It was my first year of playing hardball, and like everyone else, I had no knowledge of what was happening. Our team name was the “Grey Sharks,” only because our jerseys were
II somehow managed to crawl to first base before they threw me out. As I was laying on the ground my coach came to me and yelled at me saying “that’s why you don’t lie to me about being in pain”. At the time I wanted to tell him to screw off but I kept my mouth shut. After a
It was a cold and cloudy day after school. I was in the stands waiting for baseball tryouts to start. The coach came and talked to us and said “There are only 20 spots on the team.” I looked around and there were more than 40 people trying out. So I had to try my best in order to make it.
The air smelled like freshly mowed lawn clippings. It was a warm, cloudless day, perfect baseball weather. I found the baseball diamond that we were playing our first game on, put on my cleats, and ran into the outfield to get warmed up. After my team and I were done warming up, it was time to do the coin flip. We won, so we chose to be in the field
The baseball flies by me in a flash into the catcher 's mitt, and the umpire calls a ball on the pitch! Then something in my head says “run”, and without hesitation I sprint down the line to first base. Little did I know that my first baseball game would haunt me for years to come. It was the first game of Baseball season, and I was ready to represent my school on the field. It was the second inning and we were down by one, and it was my turn to bat.
Off to second I went in the blink of an eye. About halfway down the the second baseline I see my dad out of the corner of my eye. He is on third base motioning for me to round second and go to third. As I am just about to slide in I see the third baseman go to catch the ball. I slid in creating a huge cloud of dirt and in the midst of this I hear a loud “OUT”.
And I was up to bat. Two outs, one person on base, and the last inning. I stepped into the batter's box, she winned up for her pitch and throw ball. I step out of the batter's box and look over to my 3rd base line coach. As I did so, out the corner of my eye I saw a familiar face in the crowd.
Then I ran out to the field and began pitching. 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.
Leading off of first base, heart racing, twiddling my fingers and off I go. Long quick strides getting closer to my 23rd stolen base. But suddenly, tumbling down I go halfway to second base. Screaming from the gruesome pain on my knee, off the field to the disabled list I went. A “torn meniscus “were the words that led me to put me belief into practice once again in my life.
It was our turn to play defense so I sprinted through the crunchy grass, frosty because of how cold it was. I was in right field and I waited for a ball to get hit to me. On the third batter he hit a high popup right in my direction I got under it with ease and made the catch to end the inning. Now It was my turn to hit there was one man on and nobody out. My heart was pounding as loud as a thousand drums.