Descriptive Essay On Batters

It was about 4:00, on game day against Courtland, when I told the team we should probably start our pregame warmups. This consisted of everything that a normal high school baseball team does before a game. We started off by taking a jog to the flagpole on the centerfield fence, which is also where we stretched . We followed that up with getting a light toss in just good enough to get our arms ready for a game. Courtland was then announced and right after that was my team, the Eastern View Cyclones. The national anthem was then played and directly after it ended the umpire called out, “Play

I smile and, after moment of peace, I grab a pillow and lightly throw it at his head. It bounces off his head and he glares up at me in disbelief. “Look at you going all soft on me,” I mock.

“Yeah, I’m here. But do I really have to stay on this team? I’m the only boy!” Caleb whined.

As I got settled in the dugout, I heard my coach yell, ¨Michael, youŕe batting second in the lineup, and

“Play Ball”, the ump said as I was on the mound. Sweat running across my face as I stepped back and threw the first pitch. I knew I had to start things right. 3 outs later it was time to hit. “Play Ball” the ump said to start the 4th inning. Our team was winning it was enough for a mercy rule.

Sit the complainers down in front of the nearest screen and put on Game 2 of the 2017 World Series. Then sit back and watch them change their minds in real time.

“Why are you following me? Do you want a picture, an autograph, a shirt, or what?” he said with a stern tone.

The game of baseball is a very tactical game. When you get down never give up. There is always a chance you can comeback. It only takes one hit or one good play in the field to change the whole outcome of the game. Baseball is a game of mistakes. So learn from them. Don't ever blame it on your team mates because it is a team game and everyone makes mistakes just try to get better from them. “Every champion was once a contender that refused to give up” Rocky Balboa.

It is the first game of the season and we are playing our cross town rivals the Hartsville Red Foxes. The Red Foxes has beaten us the last three years. This year we are ready to win. Like a kid waiting form Santa Clause we have been anticipating this game. The teams’ emotions are high, like a balloon filled with helium. We have a built-up energy like pressure contained in a steam generator piping. Our baseball team steps on the field with our game faces on. We are steering at the opposing team with the look of a tiger ready to pounce on its prey. The first inning goes by and neither team has scored. Then the second inning plays out the same as the first, three batters up and three batter down. Both team's pitchers are pitching like there is no tomorrow. The ball is coming through the strike zone like a ball of hell fire. The third inning, the fourth inning, the fifth inning, the six innings and still no score for either team. We play through the seventh and eighth inning and the most either team has done was get players to first and second base before the inning is completed. It is the bottom of the ninth inning and I am up to bat. My first few times at bat, I walked, got a single, and later a double. I am determined to get a hit that will put me somewhere on the base in scoring range. I feel if I can just get to third base, we have a chance. The pitcher wines up and it’s a fastball that zips

“Okay, fine. I will sign you up for tryouts, but you have to pay half of the cost to be on the team. And if you don’t like baseball and playing on a team, just remember that I warned you.”

As great as a pitching duel can be, fans want to see runs scored and having a two out rally killed when a pitcher comes up to bat gets old really quick. Although, reminiscing the times when Randy Johnson, potentially the most dominant left-handed pitcher in the history of the game, would be flailing at pitches like a blind-folded kid swinging at a piñata is quite entertaining. But more often than not, we see a situation where a team gets a couple runners on, or even a two out double or triple, the crowd is on their feet, the pitcher is rattled on the mound, and the pitching coach comes out and orders up an intentional walk, or even two intentional walks, to bring up the opposing team’s pitcher to hit. Three pitches later, a couple weak, feeble attempted swings, and the rally is

“Hoh! Hah!” The umpire shouts after my third strike, hencing that the batter has struck out. I jog to the dugout, put on my helmet and batting gloves, and as I walk out to the on deck circle, my coach, Nick, said, “You had a good inning, but you’ve gotta back up home if there is a runner on third and a ball hit to the outfield. Luckily, we have Sousa at centerfield. Stay hot.” Coach Nick is a short, strong twenty-seven year old who played in the Minor Leagues until he got hurt. He is patient and forgiving, but he does not care about winning as much as he should. Sousa, our fastest player and our third hardest hitter, hits a line drive to left center field and gets to first base. His first name is Alex, but my team calls him “Sousa,”

One out away from us receiving the banner that states District Champions. The player next up to bat gets a double down the first baseline. It should’ve been a single, but he speed made him stretch it into a double. Josh throws 4 straight balls to the next batter and causes my coach to give a mound visit. Coach Kelly jogs onto the field signaling to us to meet him and Josh at the mound. He tells us “We need to settle down, and play ball like we have been. Make sure to have fun while you beat these guys.” That was a stern pep talk and gave us the determination to end this game. Josh is now facing a new batter with runners on 1st and 2nd with 2 outs. Josh is in an all out war with this batter, throwing all of his junk balls and his fastball, but the batter would just foul them off saying he won’t go down without a fight. The count is now 3-2. Josh throws a fastball on the outside corner which the umpire calls it a ball and signals the batter to go to 1st base. The Verde Valley side was very upset with that call screaming right at the ump, “that was a strike, end the game.” The umpire throws out one of our parents because he was yelling at him obnoxiously. Coach Kelly had to walk out of the dugout to tell our parents to calm down and let us play ball. To remind you the bases are loaded in the top of the 7th with 2 outs. Walking from the on deck circle is the best hitter on their team, which is the cleanup hitter in the 4th spot in the lineup. I was staring at this kid

“Wow, Aren’t you cool man. Guess what we still have more ball to play, so i’d think about that before you say something else dumb,” Austin snapped back.

"Stop! Go away, get back on your side!" I bark the order at him like a drill sergent. He stops in his pursuit and looks me in the eye.