But my course in life has switched courses. Along the way, I dropped off the other sports and continued on with America’s Favorite Past time: Baseball. Since my size dictated my playing time, according to the coaches, it affected my devotion to the game because it is heartbreaking to be told you cannot do something. Over that period of time I realized how influential coaches are to their player, so I decided to become a coach to instill the never quit attitude in younger player’s minds.
The first pitch was a strike right up the middle no chance for me or derek to get to, on the very next pitch the runner stole second base.
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. Batting right-handed came naturally. I was young, and just picked up a bat and started swinging. Around this time, I played around swinging left-handed, but it was a complete failure, so I brushed it off to the side, forgetting about it for a while.
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
During Evans’ presentation he discussed how baseball impacted his life. He emphasizes that being culturally diverse is something that must be learned and it does not come naturally to human beings. Throughout the presentation, Evans’ embraces the fundamental skills of baseball, as they can be connected to lessons of life. Evans’ also relates every base to important qualities to one’s self and one’s team, representing that without a powerful
Baseball was in my blood. Some of my earliest memories include batting cages with my Dad, sliding into home plate and throwing my first curve ball. By eight years old, I was playing ball year-round on travel teams and loving every minute of it. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this was my sport, and I would play it in high school and possibly beyond. But, during the summer of 2010, the unthinkable happened. Picking up a golf club for the first time, I fell in love with a new game. I played every chance I got that summer. Begging my parents for clubs and lessons, my passion grew and most of the following summer was spent on the golf course, not the baseball field.
I flew out of bed and put on my uniform. We were at the field around 8 a.m. the reason why we had to be there so early was because I had 3 games! We won both the first and second game. I didn’t get out once. It was time for the third game. I was pretty scared because they were pretty big and scary. They also had a winning streak. The 1 to 3 innings were pretty intense. But when it came to the 4th inning and that’s where things got very intense. The score was 8-9 we were losing by 1. 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. It was my….
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
The day was June 13, 2015. This day is a day that will always teach me something new and life mending every time that I bring it up. The score was set 3-5 top third of the 4th inning, our 3 hole up to bat and the count being 3-1 next pitch determined if he was on base or in a full count jam. The next pitch was a ball, meaning he was walked and then took his base and this loaded the bases for me to step to the plate and bat, this was the nerve racking part of sports when your team needs you and you can or cannot deliver on the gift. I had one pitch and the ball was flying further and further until it hit the ground right at the foot of the fence and I was running and the ball was being relayed back into first and then to third where I was running to. The ball meets my leg a second after my foot hit the bag so I was safe, but I look up at the ump and he expresses his call in out, meaning the third run does not count
I take one foot out of the box and let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding in. I once again looked to my coach Mike for direction and go to take a practice swing. Little did I know the catcher was getting up to pressure Maddy back to first base from her lead. As I was taking my swing I heard a thud, my bat had hit something solid. I immediately filled with remorse and tensed up. My bat suddenly got heavy with guilt. The catcher dropped the ball and fell to her knees clutching her back. I went limp and looked around confused and shocked. I didn’t know what to do so I started walking towards the dugout. Timmy met me halfway and put his hand on my shoulder I looked up at him and that’s when I realized tears were streaming down my face. I felt weak like a helpless child. Timmy reassured me that it wasn’t my fault. “You have the right to have one foot in the box and take practice swings, it’s going to be ok,” he said, but I wasn’t really paying attention to him. I looked around at my team and the crowd they were all shocked like me. I could hear the girl’s muffled sobs from where I was standing. “Do I really hit that hard?” I thought to myself. The other team’s coaches walked the catcher back to the dugout and a new girl came in. I reassured Timmy I would be fine then walked back the box. The game resumed and I got
I was so nervous for this morning’s competition. Today was the day that I had the chance to show to a judge what I had to offer into the heat of the KMEA Piano Kansas State Competition. The songs that I had practiced over from June to October were mere children’s play compared to others in the group who played pieces like Claire de Lune and the 12 Variations of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (no one in middle school with common sense would choose repertoire made for high schoolers). “Melody, make sure you go over the spots in your songs that you need to work on”, Mom said, shattering my thought process.
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.”
Dane Kutnick is in right field , Tanner Smith at first, and Jason VanDenLangenberg is catching. We have played 3 tournaments together, but we already looked like we have been playing together for a long time. We may not have known it yet, but they were going to turn one of the best plays of the year.
John Goodman, a native teenager from Baller County, Georgia, is a high school baseball star and local celebrity; however, his fame, much like most well known bigwigs, didn’t come with ease. John’s determination and dedication to the sport of baseball landed him a place on the All-American team. This, in turn, made Goodman the first player from Baller County High School to be recognized and honored in any extracurricular activity beyond that of the state level; which he achieved in his freshmen year of high school. The young pitcher had many expectations to live up to in the oncoming years due to his spectacular athletic ability on the mound. Aside from his God given superb natural talents, Goodman knew that to accomplish his dream of becoming a Major League pitcher from such a small rural home place that he must never take his training exercises and leadership responsibilities lightly, but to always show no less
It all started way back in the 5th grade and all my friends and family know I love & play the game of baseball. The baseball season for the little league I play for is about to begin in about 1-2 weeks. I’ve been anticipating the season to start for about the last 5+ months. These past couple of months have been so boring cause I have been doing nothing but going to school. No sports for that long is awful so every time baseball comes around I 'm so ecstatic. So you know I have been counting down the days until the season. This year I was drafted to the diamondbacks, every year this league