Baseball Narrative

Imagine standing on a softball field expected to perform at the age of 5. Even though the butterflies in my stomach were starting a war, nothing was going to stop me from stepping on that field to play my first tee ball game as a Little Tiger. Fans cheered, but what I noticed most was a little boy in the outfield picking his nose. Standing in the box, I was terrified; the field looked huge. I had never seen anything like this before, but I knew that the little boy was the person I needed to hit the ball to, so I hit the ball as hard as I could. The ball went soaring through the air like a bird on fire. Dropping from the air, it rolled to the fence. At that time, I knew I had fallen in love with the game of softball. I was smiling from ear to ear, I couldn’t believe I had hit the ball that far! Both sides screamed, yelled, and shouted with excitement. Was all this commotion for me? I rounded first, but I couldn’t go to second because my teammate, Kylie Leach, didn’t run. I didn’t know what she was doing. Sadly, the batter after me hit a ground ball to the pitcher, and the other team threw him out at first.

“Take your base,” yelled the umpire as Kevin was hit with a pitch on his back. Kevin trotted at a snail's pace down to first base, his face was filled with agony as he grabbed his rib cage. As the game proceeded the pain from the pitch increased but Kevin thought it would eventually go away so he played through it. The game went on and it was close all the way till the end but the Stars pulled out the victory. They are now the 2016 South Carolina 2A High School baseball Champions. The team went crazy, the fans rushed onto the field to celebrate the victory with them. The team and the fans were bumping and brushing up against one another while they were screaming and hollering. Kevin was in the middle of the crowd with all his friends and

Through my entire life I had been playing baseball. Baseball was the one thing that consumed my life. It was a job to me, not a passion. That was the first problem that resulted in a complete 360 in my life. When I started to play baseball, it was in a way satisfying and fun. It was something every little kid did over the weekend, as the family watched them sit on the ground pick flowers and play with the dust. Something so simple that made me feel so, existential. It gave me so much, it was great. As I began to realise the potential life this game could give me at around age 9, I began to become serious about baseball. I quickly began to feel like a superstar at the local Little League. “This is great!” I thought. Running circles around everyone, people would come to the field to see MaHall’s team play. As the years grew on, leading my teams to championship games years in a row, it would come crashing down. When I was 11, I was on the Dodgers, we were the best team in the league, and we knew it. Let’s go back in time for a bit. It’s the last inning and we are down by just one. Here I go up to bat with a man on first base. As I walk up to the plate I could hear the catcher say, “oh no.” He knew who I was, as everyone did. “I’ve hit many walk offs and clutch hits before, how was this different?” I remember thinking. Well past Jonnie, here’s how it’s different, it’s the championship game,

I click my cleats with my bat and dig a hole in the batter's box and stair at the pitcher. The pitch comes in slow almost in slow motion. I swing as hard as can. I hear the crack of the bat and I see the ball fly over the fence. I can't believe it. I never thought in a million years I would ever hit a homerun. I hear my teammates screaming. I round first, I'm almost at second when the shock wears off and I realize that I just won the game. A huge smile crosses my face as I round third and head for home. I get closer and closer to home. I stomp on home. Then before I know it the lights go out.

The most recent edition to the Brooklyn Dodgers, a young farm boy from Connecticut named Roy Tucker (The Kid), becomes a phenom in the League with his brilliant pitching. But a freak accident ends his pitching career, forcing Tucker to find a new place on the team. John Tunis’s work resembles the story of current Major League outfielder Rick Ankiel. Ankiel is a star pitcher-turned outfielder, same as The Kid was. Although Ankiel’s heart-warming comeback story took many years longer, the similarities are still there. Both had to face the hard fact that they just were not going to pitch in the Majors ever again. Ankiel and Roy Tucker also had to have incredible perseverance and self-confidence to reach the Majors again, as outfielders. Tunis

It was a hot summer day, and Jackson was at his house getting ready for his baseball game. He was very anxious because if his team won the game they would be able to qualify for a tournament, that a lot of teams from other states would be participating in. But, before all of that came they needed to win this game. Jackson got his hat and went to the car, where his dad was waiting for him. On the way to the field his dad encouraged him to try his best and help his team. An hour later after they warmed up, the game started. Then, two hours later, the game ended and Jackson's team won four to two.

The sun has risen and a young boy jumps out of bed with excitement, as he knows today he gets to go to his first professional baseball game. His father had bought him the tickets for his birthday months ago, and the boy had been counting down the days ever since. He put on his favorite ‘Cleveland Indians’ shirt, and ran downstairs to eat his yogurt and waffles for breakfast. As he ate, his mother saw him happily drawing Jacob’s Field, using his brown crayon to put the finishing touches on the base paths. The boy had a penchant attitude for baseball, as it was the first game his father ever taught him to play, and because of that, he would play whenever he could; with rocks and a stick, with his friends in the yard, and in his head when he

It was a chilly Monday night as I finished putting on my baseball uniform. I was nervous because it was the championship game. We were playing our rival team, the Yankees. My close friend Tom was their pitcher, and he struck out a lot of people. Tonight, I was going to get a hit off of him. At least I hoped so. I heard a beep in the driveway and realized it was my mom who was ready to go. ¨ Coming Mom!¨ I shouted through the garage door. As I jogged to the car, I could not stop thinking about getting a hit off of Tom.

In late May 2015, a few friends of mine and my girlfriend made the decision to go to big festival of punk bands held inside of a shutdown high school that acts now as a performing arts center. Among these bands, there was a couple that I was beyond excited to see; Chunk, No Captain Chunk!, Real Friends, and most of all “Modern Baseball.” It was a full day festival of fun and excitement. In a hurry we bought tickets and began our wait for the day to finally come, trudging through the last few weeks of school.

As the first day started, butterflies filled everyone who stepped on the baseball diamond. The distinguished and admirable upper classmen smirked at the scrawny freshmen in disbelief of our abilities. I was not one to draw attention to myself, so I went about minding my own business trying not get noticed by the older boys. As the notorious head coach strutted onto the field, every single soul cowered at his presence. The coach then bellowed, “Let the tryouts begin. We will start with our hitting.”

Then in the fourth inning we scored one more run making it five to three going into the bottom of the fourth at this point I was beyond scared because the coach told me to be ready to pitch. In the bottom of the fourth inning they scored one more run making it five to four we did not score in the top of the fifth and in the bottom of the fifth West Central got their first two batters on base. The coach walked on to the mound and motioned to me that I was going to pitch. I was very scared; all I was trying to do was throw strikes which I did, we got out of the inning without them scoring. Then the bottom of the sixth came where again their first two batters got on base, I thought I am going to lose the state championship for my team, but somehow I struck out next three batters. When the bottom of the seventh came and we were still ahead, I knew that we were going to win I was not scared at all anymore. I got the first three batters out to win the championship the team’s first ever state championship.

High school is one of the biggest transitions in a person's early life. You go from being at the top in your school to the bottom. For me, it was very hard to adjust to this change. On my first day of high school, I walked into first period so nervous I thought I was going to get sick. Luckily, during the summer I had played baseball for Wahlert and had familiarized myself with the school. I was able to get a feel for the environment here before the school year started and meet many new friends. The hot summer days on the diamond taught me many lessons I could use the first day of school. Wahlert baseball gave me a feel for the amazing realm that high school is. It helped me overcome the hurdle of beginning high school.

The sun was shining and birds were singing as the 8th graders of Adair Middle School lined up getting ready for tryouts. Memphis Range was the new kid in town. He stood at about 5’10 with a muscular frame. He had black hair like the brand new easton mako beast Memphis had got. The new Easton Mako beast was the bat every kid dreamed of having. Memphis was kid who loved the game of baseball and never dreaded a moment playing it. Levi Garrett was the other kid in town who was good at baseball. Levi on the other had was a rich kid in town and was always bragging. He thought he was the best player in town. Levi knew that with Memphis coming in he would have to find a way to put Memphis off his game to be able to be the starting

Over the summer Ben's team played in a baseball tournament, his team was not very good and were losing most of their games in this tournament, and this particular one too. With runners on first and second ben went into into the game as a relief pitcher. On the first pitch the batter hit the ball into right field and the right fielder, Cameron Manning. Cameron fired the ball to second base where the shortstop tagged the runner that came from first out. Everyone was cheering when Trevor, the shortstop, and JJ, the catcher,

One beautiful day, there was a whole group of boys down at the lower lake practicing baseball, and getting ready for the season to start. The pitcher throws it, the batter hits a long one, the center-fielder races after it, he runs back to the fence, he jumps for it, but can't make the almost impossible catch. As the batter rounded the bases, everyone's jaw dropping faces get that man-that-was-a-nice-hit kinda face. Someone even said, “WOW, now you just need to hit that in a game?” In all of this fun and exciting day, the batter, that doesn’t know it, will be in a whole lot of fear and distress after he gets home later on.