Essay On Diamond Game

Every one was stretching and doing hitting practice. Unfortunantly I was not gonna pitch this game. The game finally started and in the first inning the pitcher was giving up so many runs. Eventually he got three outs and the score was 4-0. When we went up to bat we scored no runs unfourtanatly and the coach was kind of mad at us. When we went back on the field our pitcher gave up one more run and the coach decided to take the pitcher out and switch him out with the first base men. Also i was playing 3rd base throught the game. The new pitcher threw really hard and was striking everyone out, and because of that the inning went by really fast. When we went up to to hit this time we started scoring runs on the other team and when the pitcher finally got us out we had already done all the damage and the score was all tied up. The other team was scoring no more runs because of the dominate pitcher we had on the mound. However, for some reason we couldnt score no more runs against the other team, even when we had runners on base we couldnt do nothing, they

Finally the time was here to play some Baseball. No one had seen how fast the pitcher pitched the ball because I was the only one at practice. Anyway I was the second one who was going up to bat but my team was in the field first so I kinda got some time to see how they play. But we had a really good pitcher so it was 1, 2, 3, strikes it was time for us to bat.

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.

I’m standing on the home plate arms up with the bat my eye is on the Pitcher he’s about to throw I ready myself he throws! I hit the ball! High and far I’m running I pass first base the other team throws the ball to the second butt they miss the catch!! I just pass second base one more base to pass oh no they throw a fastball but wait! The catcher is off the base plate I keep running the player on the other team throws the ball I slide I wait did I make it or am I out?

Have you ever wanted to be in Williamsport playing baseball? Well, I have I’ve been practicing since I could hold a baseball. Now all my training paid off. I finally made it. So did my friend Johnny. Johnny and I made it to Williamsport on different teams. It’s the Elimination game. Who ever loses goes home. It was a close game. Until the 9th inning the bases were loaded. Jimmy was on 1st, Timmy on second and Joey on 3rd. I’m up - 3-2 count. Johnny is pitching. He throws me a fastball right down the middle.Crack I crush it. Going… going… gone! A walk off grand slam. We win! After the game we go shake hands with the other team. I come to Johnny. I put out my hand and he doesn’t even make eye contact. He just walks away. The

The game started out great the boy led off and got a single. He got on and stole second the ball got past and he stole third. The boy was on third and the Ruffnecks got three out. The boy was standing in left field all hyped up for the championship game. He was in his black, white, and red jersey representing the Mason-Dixon Ruffnecks. He was just sitting there all calm and cool like a librarian when all of a sudden the ball gets hit to him, he catches it for the final out. Later on in the game, about 5 innings later the boy gets up to bat. There was one out, the score was 6-4 in the favor of the Ruffnecks, and it was the top of the last inning. The Ruffnecks were looking to win the tournaments since they had lost the past

“Right guy, right time!” My dad blurts out, as I dig my left foot into the batter’s box. The count is now 2-2, a pitcher’s count, knowing that I need to be extremely cautious on the next pitch, because if I miss read the ball, I would let everyone down. By the time the pitcher starts his motion I couldn’t be more excited, but nervous at the same time. I’m able to quickly tell that the pitch was a fastball right down the pipe, I put everything I had into that swing, a rip the ball into deep right-center field. The ball takes one bounce and hits the fence. So I take off, like I was being chased by some lions in the African safari. I swing out wide, as my first base coach orders me to go two. As I approach second base I look to see where the ball

We get off the field, coach gets us together outside the dugout and tells us to hit the ball and we break it down. After we break it down we go into the dugout and we bat.Cameron my best friend is the first batter, then I am second.Cameron normally bunts because he is fast and can get to first before they throw him out.With Cameron at first I go up to bat and coach normally tells me to hit away.I

The glare is no longer in my eyes and I can finally see and I look at the pitcher, I get in my stance, take a deep breath and then I don't hear anything. I hear no cheering, no chants, no yelling. All I can hear is the slap of the glove, all I can see is the dirty green softball coming fast down the line. My eyes narrow in, I shift my weight and swing. "CRACK!" was the noise from the ball making perfect contact with the ball I start running around the bases and so do my teammates. I don't even pay attention to where the ball is I just keep running. Rounding second base I look up at my coach and he is jumping up and down yelling for me to slide into home so down I go knocking the catcher down with me. I get up to my teammates running out and tackling me back down to the ground with

I woke up, and it was time to play baseball. Me and my Dad were getting ready to leave. I put my uniform on, grabbed my baseball bag, grabbed my cleats and left. We had to go to Fenton for the game. We stopped at the gas station, and got some snacks. We left and were on our way again. I checked my Instagram, and played games every now and then. I didn't know what position I was going to play, but I did know it was going to be catcher,pitcher, or 2nd base. It felt like the longest ride of my life, because I was ready to play baseball. We finally got to the baseball fields. We were walking trying to find what field I was playing at. I found my team (Dirt Dawgs) warming up. So I started warming up too. We still had a little bit before

The bus ride down to Peoria was long, but because of our anticipation we felt like it flew by. The tournament directors threw a banquet for all the participants. Each team had a half an hour practice and then were asked to come to the banquet. The next day after the banquet was our first game. We played Hall in our first game, it was a tough win. We were overcome with excitement and happiness. My team and I were moving on to the championship game. The next day we all were up bright and early with excitement and anticipation. We made it to the fields early so we could practice before the game. the game began with the national anthem giving us a new hope for the game. The other team was tough, the pitcher was striking out all of our hitters. The pitcher also hit four home runs during the game. My team and I lost the championship game, but we still made

The delicious smell of the ground beef hamburgers and pork hot dogs was distracted me from the game. While I was running down the field, trying to get the ball. This girl, number seven, came up to me drippling the ball down. While I was in my defense mode, I took the ball from her and she felled slowly down the ground and started screaming because of her disappointment, but I kept going because wanted my team to score. I could smell the fear from the other players as I was going through them to score. I passed the ball one of my teammates that was ready and serious to get the ball and we did a one and two passed together we were very excited and finally ... she scored! The crowed started screaming in

I felt my cleats dig into the rough ground as I sprinted to first base. The ball landed between their left and center fielder. To an onlooker, you would miss the second of hesitation that laced their faces. Both unsure who was to go after it, before they both raced to the ball. By this time I had already made it to second base. Starting for third, their center fielder threw the ball towards second, coming a few feet short of the base. My foot smacked against third, unsure whether to go any further. The bright yellow ball flew through the air, heading for third as I took off towards home. Legs pumping, heart almost beating out of chest, sweat dripping down my face. I slid towards fourth, regretting my decision almost immediately. My foot hit

Diamond's theory that geological differences gave the advantage to Eurasia over others is a feasible explanation. There are many other factors to consider when addressing the haves and have-nots. Of course we know that the need for power, control, and product drove us to where we are today. I agree with Diamond that advancement has nothing to do with a race or cultures being better than others. Unfortunately because race superiority has been used as a way to control and take over other areas,people have used this as the reason for advancement. The need to adapt has played a role in advancement. The Europeans were able to build up an immunity from the disease that came from domesticating animals. Other people of different continents did not have these immunity and would parish from the spread of disease from traveling Europeans. In some cultures people do not abuse their resources, and pride themselves on preserving the land they call home.

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