I have been interested in baseball ever since I was three, I went to a cardinals game and I got a monkey. I know it sounds weird but they had a monkey with velcro hands and feet and I would hang him around my neck all the time. I still have the monkey today. Once I was old enough to play tee ball I was ready. I played tee ball for one year. I was supposed to play for two but I was bored of it so I played with my sister who is a sophomore now. I played with her for a year and then I played with Briggs. Briggs and I have been friends since pee wee soccer. Our dads have always been the coaches so we have always been able to be together on the same team. So we played instructional for two years together before we moved up to mustang. When I got up to mustang was when I was really started getting interested in records and players. I remember trying to learn how to read all of the stats on the back of a baseball card. I got so many baseball cards in a short period of time and I had no idea what any of it …show more content…
In first was the Astros, they had all of the now Freshman on it. For our first playoff game we played third place which I think was the twins. That was the game that Briggs hit his first ever home run. We beat them pretty bad. The Astros did the same, as expected. Championship game day, the game started off good and we were really close, tied as a matter of fact until the bottom of the sixth it was the last inning we had to hold them to go to extra innings. One runner got walked the next got a hit so the first runner got to third then we got two outs. Then their best hitter comes up and it was a full count and he hits a single and they win. Now Briggs and I were very competitive, so we took it pretty hard. The next year we got into travel baseball. Which at our age we thought we were pretty cool. Really, we weren’t, our first season we had a below five hundred season. That means you lost more than you
The third base coach was furious he was in the umpire’s face saying that he just wanted the game to end so he call the kid out. The play itself wasn’t the really cool part, it was that our team had pulled together and beat the team that had knocked us out of the tournament before in extra innings on a lucky hit. None of us knew it yet, but this was going to be a great year. We were almost like
It was a scorching 100 degree summer day. It was the start of the 11 year state championship baseball game against Albert Lea, I still remember that game like it was yesterday. It was miserable out we played three games that day before reaching the state championship. When the game started I kind of forgot about how hot it was out. We started fast scoring 2 runs in the top of the 1st inning Dylan and Reno each crossed the plate that inning.
Here we were the last tournament of the year. We were in the championship. Towards the end of the game I was on third base, we were down one run then the worst hitter on the team came up, Owen. Of course he hit it right to the first baseman. Unfortunately we got second.
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
It was probably 14-2 by now. I realized in that moment, it would be all my fault if we lost the game. I knew what I had to do. I played the game. It was a cold October night when I got hurt.
One instance in particular stands out though. I had asked if I was going to catch that night and the coach, to my surprise, said yes! I was written in for the sixth inning, which was second to last because we only played seven, and boy was I excited! Well, the 6th inning rolled around, and the game wasn’t going exactly in our favor, but I was confident that we would win. I got up and stretched and was about to start gearing up when coach called me over.
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.
The ball was smashed to the ocean right behind the baseball diamond. Challenge excepted. Two weeks after I witnessed a man murder a ball I was invited to the junior home-run derby for an amazing thirty-five home-runs in a seventeen game season. If there is one thing I hate it has to be losing. With that thought pumping threw my brain, it drove me to train harder than I have ever before.
There are many things in my life that interest and excite me very much. Through all of these exciting things, baseball seems to stick out to me the most. It may be basic or very boring to many people, but to me it’s special in many ways. Ever since I was about two years old, I’ve played baseball. With these many years, I’ve faced many challenges, but I’ve had many achievements as well.
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.
As soon as I cross home plate I just started crying. Because that moment was so important to me that I just started to cry. That was the most emotional moment in my whole entire life. As soon as I saw my mom I said “I did it for grandma.” At the end of the game all my teammates just l me on my home run.
On the bright side we scored eight runs that inning. So, I went up to the mound with a different attitude. I struck out everybody, but one who scored. I had pitched the entire game.
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
I had just knocked in two RBI (run batted in). From the chalked-up dirt to the fresh cut grass, a softball field is always a place I love to be. No matter where I am in life I can always rely on softball to make me feel better. I started this physical activity in 5th grade. I found out that I love the sport and was exceptional at it.
For the last eight years, softball has shaped my life and taught me many things about leadership, sportsmanship, and how to work as a team. Softball has always made me happy, it’s not just the sport that makes me happy, but it’s the place that I get to go and the people that I get to play it with. Every time I’m on the field or in the cages I feel the most content. The softball field and cages are my sanctuary.