Descriptive Essay On Baseball

Running, catching, and hitting are some types of actions used in the game of baseball.

I really didn’t want to bat because I was not good at battings at the time. I could hit the ball if I was having a really good day. I still didn’t want to bat but as soon as I got up to the plate I knew that I was ready to play some ball. As soon as the ball hit the bat I could hear a ding from the ball and bat. once I got done I was running my butt off to first base. But all I could hear was my grandma yelling her butt off for me to get to base. Right as I got to first base I knew that I could not get out because if I

Many people don't understand the point in playing baseball. Why would someone swing a stick, hit a ball, and try to get back to where they started before the ball returns? What pleasure is there in that? Why not participate in a sport like wrestling or track where there is an obvious level of individual improvement and therefore pleasure. Well, I play baseball because of the love I have for the sport, and because of the feeling that overwhelms me every time I walk onto a baseball field. When I walk onto a field I am given the desire to better myself not only as an athlete, but also as a person. The thoughts and feelings I get drive me to work hard towards my goals and to be a better person. The most relevant

Softball has always been my favorite sport. It’s the fast pace of my heart as I’m rounding the bases, fast as lightning, making contact with the corner of the grungy white bases with a heavy coat of red dirt layering the edges, prepared to dive into home base, the sound of the bat making solid compact with the bright, attention grabbing yellow ball, the smell of the dew delicately resting on the fields of green grass, giving everyone a relaxed feeling of being in nature.

It was finally time, after a long wait it was three oclock. I got into my dad's new Toyota Tacoma pickup truck and we were off. When we got to the game at Madbury Fields I was one of the first to get there. There was one other kid from the other team and one of my teammates that got there even before me. Once both teams got to the field, we waited another thirty minutes for the umpire to arrive, he was probably sleeping. Once he got there we started the game.

Running back and forth on and off the field, trying to score as many runs as each side could when batting. Then when it came to defense, we tried our best to not let the Braves score any runs. Around the top of the fourth inning is when it all started. I was up to bat. The first pitch came in, I swung the bat and the ball escalated into the air, landing out by the fence in the right center gap. I was running as fast as I could to at least get to second base. I slid into the bag and the umpire yelled, “Safe!” I was super excited and my adrenaline was pumping like no other. I was so anxious to score it was unreal. Now there was one out, I’m still on second base. Cora Blume is up to bat, and kills a line drive into the left center gap. When a line drive is hit usually you get off halfway or at least enough where if they drop the ball you can make it to the next base, or you can get back if they catch it. Next thing I know the girl makes an

The beginning of baseball has had it twist on who started the game and who made the rules to the game. The sport we know as baseball was original name stickball before it became an organized sport. Baseball was a game that many just played as part of their moderate exercise for recreational purpose or time and they used the game to stay in shape. It was usually a middle class white -collar worker who played the game.

I have transferred from one field to another, leaving memories behind every 2 years but now I have a place I can call home, and that is the Mariners baseball field. I have had plenty of other memories like winning the Minors championship my very first year and taking second my second year of baseball in majors. I took second my third year in Babe Ruth but now I realize I don’t need to leave those memories behind, I can fulfill what I have learn and look at how much better I have gotten and how much better of a person it has made me. I can look back on my past families and realize no matter what when how old or what league you play for you always have a family watching you, even if you barely or don’t even know them. When I first walked upon the field at 13 years old, i felt alone and wasn't sure i could do what everyone else was able to do like throwing from shortstop to first which was about 85 to 130 feet. From the rubber on the pitching mound to home plae its about 60 feet. I was young, but i didnt understand that i was going to get stronger and better. The smell was astonishing and the breeze was so clean. The field was nicely wrapped with grass around the infield and the infield was perfectly graded with dirt on top of the hard clay. I was so nervous when i first got in the but the players were so nice. My cousins told me not to be nervous because Baseball is something fun and something you could

The delight, euphoria, and triumph that racks through stadiums and through homes when the player swings the bat just right, knocking that cork-centered ball out of the park -- is incomparable to any feeling one could describe. This game has affected our culture beneficially in many ways, though with all good there is bad, but we can’t let this cloud over all the positivity that comes with it. Baseball has provided a unity between communities, integrated races in a smooth transition, and even gives people an outlet during unfortunate and trying times. It is a game that’s cemented it’s way in a hearts, because watching it makes the world around us quieten. For a moment, it’s just you and the game, and all your troubles are going. . .going. .

Driving up to Cooperstown through the gates, I was excited to see the variety of different license plates. Nevada, Texas, North and South Carolina, New York, Tennessee, Ohio, Virginia and many more filled up the parking lots. While driving through and getting directed to my barrack I saw tons and tons of kids. After settling in, my team and I walked around in awe listening to boys from other parts of the country talking. Most of the time I would laugh to myself because of the accents the southerners had. When it came to playing, the moment I stepped onto the field I felt like I was a professional. The grass so cleanly cut and the dirt so perfectly grated. The sun beating on my neck and the beautiful summer breeze made perfect baseball weather.

I went to the Royals VS Pirates baseball game with classmates this Wednesday. It was a big day for KC, because our team is awesome at baseball. It also was a big day for us, because it was the first time for many of us that saw the baseball game, and so was I. We already have a concept about the rule of baseball game. A KU football coach who is familiar with baseball told us how baseball works in a game. Furthermore, we saw a baseball movie which is called The Rookie at the class. As a result, I was really excited about this baseball game.

My relationship with baseball is, at best, counterintuitive, at worst, downright delusional. I treat my home field like a wilderness preserve, painstakingly raking out lumps of dirt in the infield, cleansing the outfield of stray litter, and ardently seeking revenge on opponents sacrilegious enough to smudge our foul lines by firing fastballs up and in. Yet, this beloved field is undeniably a terrible place to play baseball. Even if you are willing to overlook the not-so-slight gradient of the outfield grass and the broken beer bottles that line the dugouts, it is impossible to ignore the sounds of the neighboring metal scrapping facility or the ever present stench of the not-too-far superfund site – the Gowanus Canal. To top it all off, the

Occasionally, you get to participate in the wave which is fun to watch circle around the stadium. Also, every game between the seventh and eighth inning you get to partake in the seventh inning stretch while the entire stadium sings “Take Me Out to the Ball Game”. While we sit and enjoy the game, we watch balls being hit all over the field. During one at bat, the player hits a ball and it seems to be headed my direction. The ball is getting closer and closer, and it smacks the cement of the row right in front of us and bounces up.

Our team had a strong spirit, and hoped we would be the ones to beam,

When I look back and think about my childhood I seem to remember some of my most memorable moments being of the Hixson BaseBall fields. I remember the smells as soon as you walked into the park, the sounds. I remember watching the older kids play hoping that one day i could grow up and be as good as they were. I remember hearing the crack of the bat when it met the ball, like music to my ears. I remember progressing through the league, starting out at peewee level with tee ball working may way all the way up to kid pitch. I was so nervous my first game of kid pitch, there was no doubt in my mind I was going to get hit right in the ribs. I remember the very first time that I actually did get hit, getting up and realizing it actually wasn't that