One thing that makes the game more interesting and invigorating is the crowds’ elation and anger. I have known this sport my entire life and grew up in a family of baseball fans. It is a relatively easy sport to understand and once you’ve entered the world of baseball, you’ll find that it is difficult to leave behind. A lot of my friends come to a baseball game without actually knowing what is going on or knowing the regulations of the game. To me, the real beauty in baseball is seen when you know all the rules and intricacies, but not everyone thinks that way.
One of my favorite things to do right when I get to Florida is go in the ocean and relax on the beach. I have been to Florida many times and everytime I go there, I always have a day planned just to go to the beach and relax. I always enjoy going in the nice cold water then relaxing on the hot sand at the beach. Sometimes there are beach volleyball nets set up so my family and I always play a game if a court is available.
One hot Saturday afternon, the sun were blazing in the bright blue sky like a big fireball. The birds were chirping merrily and there was a gentle breeze, which sent the trees swaying. Ashton was a young boy who enjoyed playing soccer. He was wearing his favourite soccer jersey. After lunch, Ashton and his friends felt bored so they decided to play soccer.
Reflective Narrative Imagine I was running intently down the soccer field and when I got to the goal I fired off my best shot only to realize I missed and the ball landed right in the goalies hands as if it was meant to be. Then as I walked off the field I thought to myself that would have been such an easy shot for all my other teammates but I missed. Comparing yourself is bad all in its own especially when the person you are being compared to has more experience and lots of advantages over you cause it can lower yourself esteem next time try not to compare yourself, practice, and know you tried your absolute best.
Ronaldo's parents were poor and unfortunately he was faced with many challenges such as being born into poverty. Even though he was poor, Ronaldo's family raised him as a good humble boy. Not only that, but he was expelled from school, and didn’t have many friends as a kid because he was poor, but Ronaldo overcome these obstacles by persisting, he could have easily given up but decided not to, so he played soccer. Ronaldo was so good at soccer that he joined a professional soccer club at the end of the 1990s. After that, his soccer career began.
I have picked my backyard because when I was younger it was my favorite place to be at. I used to go out there and play any kind of game, but my favorite thing was playing soccer. My feelings about going out there was something amazing, some other kids would rather play video games and doing some other stuff, but all I wanted to do was to go out in my backyard and just enjoy there. Just like my love for soccer has changed even though I still love it but it is different, and i do not really play out there anymore.
“Fhweeoooo! Halftime” , yelled the referee. Coming back from the field I knew that we were about to get a mouthful of yelling from Coach Vernon. Starting the game 0-2 in a championship game was not pleasant. “ WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING ON THE FIELD” , he yelled viciously. “ I want to see everybody on the field hustling and playing the game of soccer seriously so that we can bring home the trophy”, he said.
Through the years I have been known to be the one to get hurt no matter the situation. You could say I’m very accident prone, my accidents peaked around the time my parents bought a four-wheeler. My first wreck happened when I was racing my dogs around the house and became too focused on watching the dog than where I was going and ran the four-wheeler up a water oak. Even though it didn’t feel great I was more upset about ripping my new fox shirt but this time I came out lucky no injuries other than 180 dollars’ worth of damage to the four-wheeler.
“Hey Tyler, come over here a minute.” “yessir” I said as I jogged over to where he was leaning on the fence watching. “This game is a little too close for comfort and I think I’m going to put Brooks in to close.” He said. “He throws hard and fast, and they can get a little wild sometimes too.”
All of the dogs ran at Vincent which made him scared. Vincent grabbed the ball and screamed “Help Miguel and Danny.” Miguel and Danny went over the fence and shouted “Throw the ball to us.” Vincent threw the ball and ran toward the fence. The dogs were catching up to Vincent.
When I was younger, I loved to play baseball. I would join multiple leagues every year, and spend days in the summer playing pickup games with friends. Of course I had other interests, but baseball 's combination of technical and physical skill stood out to me as something that I loved. As time went on, and I became more serious about the sport, I began to realize that I was actually terrible at it. I understood the strategy and could perform any individual task, but I could never piece it together to play at even an intermediate level.
It had seemed to take forever for him to make the call. He had finally said “You’re out!” The Panther parents went crazy they were cheering and whistling. My team had rushed from everywhere to home plate. They were complimenting Dane,Tanner, and I on the sweet play.
Drained of energy, I drag my legs across the gym floor trying to run faster and faster. I keep circling around the gym like a track star in a race, trying to get as many points as possible for my team in this game of kickball. I almost make it to home base when someone on my team kicks the ball like a wild ape and it gets caught by a giant sixth grader. As we are switching sides to play the outfield, the principal came in to yell at some boys who were acting just rowdy and pathetic. Once the principal took them to his office we continued our game of kickball.