I can thank my parents for that. They gave me the opportunity to play as much as I did. My dad has told me stories that when I was around two years old I would try and mimic the swings of professional ball players on TV. I wanted to do all things that were physical activity. I played football or basketball everyday after school with my friends in the neighborhood.
I was shocked that I played an outstanding game and that I would be playing in the state tournament for the first time in school history. I started crying because of two very different reasons. I was happy to win the game and continue playing softball at the state tournament, but sad because my sister was the one who was suppose to be playing. My sister Ashlynn, taught me everything that I know about the game of softball. She taught me everything from tying the shoelaces on my cleats to hitting a curveball.
“Find your passion and make it happen” - Irene Cara “This one is an easy strikeout bud!” my dad would say. “Ball four! Batter take your walk” the umpire called out. After the game my dad would give me his motivational speech, telling me how much he looks up to me for finding love in the game he loved as a kid. Hoping to cheer me up from a bad inning but it wasn’t just a bad inning; I just didn’t like baseball.
My favorite day of playing softball was on March 19, 2016. We had a tournament and we were hosting it. There was six teams in the tournament including us. We had to be at the field by 7:00 in the morning to help get the field ready. Throughout the day we had pool play games, bracket play games, and the championship games.
And then the whistle blew to start the game that sent a ringing through my ear. As my dodgeball soared through the air it was caught by a student on the other team. I said to my friend Sarah, “How did he catch that?” She said “I don’t know, but you 're out!” Then Sarah and I laughed as I walked away. When I got to where you
My love for the game had also increased so much throughout the hole season it was unreal. I was always happy to be on the field chanting with my teammates, but One day at school our science class went up to a ropes course to do some activitys for team building skills. I was lifting up a girl and sprained my pitching wrist pretty badly. I took a few games off to let it heal; by doctors orders. When I came back it was like I've barely spent anytime practicing.
One day my softball team and I were on the way to a game. We were having fun laughing, having a great time. We were pumped, it was our first game and we had practiced till our bodies ached. The bus driver took a turn and we were wondering is this the right way. So, we asked Coach Michael to check his GPS.
For fifteen years, baseball was my life; I have countless favorite memories and am grateful for the lessons and values learned during my baseball journey. After a year of playing in college while battling an injury, I decided to alter my goals; ultimately, I chose to leave baseball behind. Finishing out the school year left me feeling anxious pertaining to what I might expect in the future, but deep down I knew I made the right choice of transferring to the University of Illinois. Brand-new friends introduced me to opportunities I might have previously passed on, and as a result, I found myself wanting a connection to the community. Being a student teacher in our Child Development Lab, joining student organizations, and volunteering at our
People who know me have often called me eccentric. Although one might think this description is not a compliment, to me, “eccentric” is a word that reflects perfectly on my passion for baseball. Through baseball, I have made many friends in all gender, ages, and backgrounds. My passion for baseball has also opened up doors to new learning opportunities. I worked as a three-weeks summer intern at Sports Marketing Laboratory Inc.
And so, I went to cricket coaching with the same excitement and energy from the match I’d seen. I did every single drill the coach asked me to do: ranging from running across a lake (the total length was 5 kilometers) to shadow practicing until I perfected the form of my shot. It was all in the belief that I would one day be good enough to play on the Indian team. I jumped at my parents and forced them to let me control the TV every time I could, just so that I could watch famous cricket matches on DVD. I also played cricket with my friends every weekend, collected cricket cards, … you get the idea.
My baseball career started when I played T-ball at fort branch park. It was my favorite, because the ball did not move, so I could hit it every time. I then moved up to minor league, where I was lucky enough to win the league one year. I also remember the excitement after a win or loss, where I got a free ice pop after the game. Then little league came along, I started to get live pitching.
His parents signed him up to play when he was young. His early interest in photography started when one day his older brother, Frank, told him that he would give him his Diana Camera if he got a base hit in one of his games. Unfortunately, he did not hit the ball BUT he did get on base because he got hit in the shoulder, so he got to walk onto first base. He still ended up getting the camera. (Mark Seliger) Mark quickly became obsessed with his camera and fell in love with developing his pictures in his makeshift darkroom that