A sharp sense of disappointment surged through me as my coach uttered the phrase I had been dreading to hear: "I 'm sorry, but Caleb is our starting second baseman this year." After riding the bench the previous season, I wanted nothing more than for this season to be different. The thought of spending the next three months rotting on the bench filled me with despair, and it seemed I was bound to that fate again. I needed to change his mind. I spent the following practices running harder, taking more ground balls, and spending more time in the cage than anyone else, but to no avail. The season started and I felt caged as I watched my teammates take the field through a chain link fence. Our first game came and went, but I never left the dugout; then …show more content…
I was sitting on the bench in the last inning of our fourth game wondering if I was ever going to get to play when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see my coach gazing down at me. He gave me a sly grin and said, "get a helmet, you 're on deck." I had to swallow my shock. I jumped up and hurried over to the on deck circle. I could barely contain myself. This was it, I was finally going to prove that I deserved to be in the lineup. When my turn came, I made my way to the plate with gusto, and stood in the batter 's box, anxiously awaiting the first pitch. The pitcher started his windup and delivered what appeared to be a fastball. I watched the pitch, vacillating on whether or not to swing. "Is that too far inside?...Is that a strike?...Can I hit that hard?" By the time I decided to swing it was almost too late. I nicked the ball with the end of my bat and the ball dribbled out softly to the shortstop. Drat, I missed my pitch. But I was not deterred. I had to beat out the throw. I sprinted towards first base with everything I had. As I ran, I took a quick peek over and noticed the fielder had bobbled the ball. I was going to make it! And then
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I started pitching and the game had begun. I was nervous and my first couple warm up pitches were rough. I thought it was going to be a long game with the way I was already struggling.
Cody Williams vs Tony Gwynn: A Comparison of Failures Anthony Keith Gwynn, if I were to say his full name like that most people wouldn’t know who I was talking about, but if I were to say Tony Gwynn then it is a whole different story. Yes, I am talking about the Tony Gwynn who played for the San Diego Padres, and later become one of the most decorated baseball players of all time. Yet, just because he was such a successful baseball doesn’t man he never failed. His failures are what made the man so successful, and just like me I failed quite often. The game of baseball is full of failures, one being a persons batting percentage.
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 stared in awe as I saw the glistening field. The sun was shining bright and there was a fresh breeze that filled me with all the hope a six year old could have. It was a perfect day, the kind of day that would have made Picasso paint. In my situation, this day gave me confidence, I wanted to learn more about this rollercoaster ride of emotion by the name of baseball. The sign up, the practice, the boys, the fail.
The time has come, baseball season is in full swing! Now that basketball has long since ended, it’s time for America’s greatest pastime to begin. Not to knock other sports, but come on. What’s more American than baseball, hot dogs, peanuts, and Crackerjacks? Captained by the Clark brothers Matt and Cam, the Panthers look to improve on their weak record of last Spring (two, maybe three wins?) and compete in a high powered Mayflower League.
At first base I then watch our coach give the sign to hit to the next batter, he then turns to give me the steal sign. As I watch the pitcher start her motion all I can think about is running my hardest to get to the next bag. As the pitch is thrown I race my way and slide into the bag and hear to umpire scream “safe”. My teammates are screeching with excitement. As I get up off the sleek dirt I can taste nothing but small rocks with bland dirt carefully compiled into my mouth.
Everyone 's at least broken a bone or injured themselves before right? Well this is one of those tragic stories where I unfortunately injured myself. 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.
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
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.
I faced a serious dilemma as I sat across from my parents. I wondered if I really wanted to go through with this and if I was sure that I wasn’t going to regret my decision in the future. I contemplated these thoughts for a while, then remembered all of the stress, disappointment, and frustration that came with the previous season. I was ready to quit baseball, even though I didn’t know what I was going to do without it. I had been playing baseball since I knew how to walk.
Then I knew I had to do good in this game. So the first person comes up and gets out. I came up to the plate. The first pitch was a ball.
However, today was different, as the the ball came closer I wondered what I should do? Should I duck or catch it? At the age of four I tried to master the sport of baseball. Playing with my siblings has always been fun. But when it comes to the real game I’m definitely no pro.