“Unfortunately, Jack, there will not be many opportunities for you this year.” Seconds after being told I had made the varsity baseball team, I did not expect my coach to so bluntly tell me I would be spending more time watching the game than playing it. Our state ranked team had a pitching staff full of Division 1 commitments and future MLB draft picks, and I was being told I did not measure up. The bench became my best friend.
The first game arrived, and expectedly, no playing time. Second game, same result. It did not take long for me to figure out that splinters, not the opposing team, would be my toughest challenge during the season. As the bond between the bench and I grew stronger each game, I began to question my role and importance …show more content…
First, I established a “motto of the game” that I used to support, encourage, and occasionally humor my teammates. It quickly become a tradition I would announce in the team huddle before each game. Ranging from “Carpe Diem” to “May the Force Be With You” (it was May 4th) to “Keep Pounding,” the motto served as a way for me, along with the other bench players, to inspire our teammates in the field. Occasionally, the motto would serve as comic relief to players and coaches during the high-pressure situations within a baseball game. Second, I realized that if I was going to spend a 7 inning game on the bench, I might as well be doing something other than consuming my 1lb bag of dill pickle sunflower seeds. Knowing the importance of scouting in professional baseball, I helped the coaching staff implement a way to track trends and data during our three game series. So the “bench-squad,” as we called ourselves, soon became responsible for charting opponent hitter and pitcher tendencies, which provided invaluable data for our coaches and players to make in-game adjustments throughout the week. I still wanted to play, but I embraced the opportunities my teammates and I had to help our team win
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However, over the years my strategies to win have constantly evolved. This year, my approach was simple: emphasize hitting over pitching. After extensive statistical research, it became clear to me that such a strategy typically translated into winning. My scheme paid off; the “Cavaliers” won the league for the first time ever. Five years ago, I barely understood how the scoring worked, so it was rewarding to finally win with a newfound understanding of numbers.
Following this experience, I applied some of Jackie Robinson’s nine values. I was determined to let my teammates know I was there to play the game with my team. In order to win games, we needed to work together, and that means everyone receiving the ball and passing to each other. Teamwork is the key to success when playing the sport of field hockey. We all share this passion for the sport we love which brings us closer together.
Key. Session1.Journal In my young life, I have been through many experiences that have altered my path and my thinking in some fashion. There is one experience in particular that stands out the most. I was a 16-year-old student athlete with no real worries or responsibilities.
Baseball Narrative Rough Draft 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.
With the herbaceous smell of freshly cut grass and the salty taste of sunflower seeds, a baseball field strikes me as a place where I feel perfectly content. The wonderful home of the sport I have loved as long as I can remember brings a sense of calmness. Baseball fields remind me of great memories, give me a strong sense of confidence, and cause me to strive for a greater future. 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.
Baseball One day my brother and I were playing catch. Then my grandpa came up to my brother and asked if he wanted to play on a baseball team and he replied "yes". So my brother joined the team. Now then my brother and I were practicing catching and hitting the ball
This led to me questioning my goals in life and if I really wanted to continue playing baseball at all. Up until this point baseball was a fun extracurricular activity that I enjoyed. It soon became a more job-like experience and felt like a burden rather than a relief. The pressure to uphold my academics and the straining relationship between me and my coach were two of the main reasons I decided to quit baseball. Furthermore, there is an additional reason that contributed to my decision to quit my highschool baseball
Later on I gave up baseball because of a loud mouth, enraged coach, who only wanted to win and enjoyed yelling at little kids for the smallest mistakes. In the end baseball taught me that if you aren't enjoying what
Misjudged On a hot sunny day at the baseball field I was trying out for the carolina lining and the coach that was their did not believe that i could play good baseball but when we started practicing it looked as if I was the best player on the team and the coach was looking at my dad and was nodding well I figured that he wanted me on the team but even after that I still put one hundred percent on the field every time I put my foot on a baseball field and that is why i 'm still playing of the carolina lining. So don’t ever give up even if you don’t think you are doing good trust me it will work out for you.
Carter said to me on the way back into the dugout, “I’m as nervous as a fireman on his first call.” I said, “Don’t be. We are going to win, then advance, and the win state.” The game finally started. We were the home team, so we started in the field first.
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.
The season goes on and I 'm sitting out every game. Trying to find motivation to even show up to the games anymore because at this point the season is almost over. The team isn 't doing so good and there is nothing I can do to help. I just have to sit back and watch and it kills me inside. So you better believe me I never went another basketball camp before a baseball season started.
First home run Crack! The ball flew off the bat and went as high as a bird in the sky. Aaron is a young 11 year old boy who loves playing baseball whenever he can. Every Time that he would step up to the plate he was always swing for the fence and dreamed about hitting the ball over and seeing all the fans cheer as he rounded the bases. All of times Aaron had played he never had home run but was always close sometimes hitting the wall just short of the ball going over it: but today that was about to change.
My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me