Failure: The Best Baseball Player

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,

Nothing beat the overwhelming emotion of stepping up on the pitcher’s mound and hearing the chant of my name, my heart clawing its way out of my chest. Before throwing the first warmup pitch, my mind raced through the entire season. How, as a team, we have made history winning all three major tournaments in the high school level. We had beaten many top competitors and lost plenty crushing defeats as well. My mind pondered, which situation will I be in today, glorious victory or destructive loss. This is the feeling I lived for during high school, it was my sole purpose. However, this was merely one minute of that fateful day in which I played prodigiously trying to win a baseball game.

And that ended in a strikeout. I banged the bat on the ground and then I walked into the dugout and soutdown. The our assistant coach talked to me and told me to relax see the ball and swing nicely. Then I got my glove and went to shortstop but that whole enning no balls came to me and the other team hit a homerun with a guy on second

I’ve played baseball for as long as I can remember I was an average baseball player not one that would get a hit every time I stepped up to the plate. I remember stepping up to the plate sweat dripping off my helmet and the palms of my hands were sweating. As I got ready for the pitch I thought to myself why am I overthinking this. I swung and missed at the first pitch. I could feel my heart pounding and my stomach was starting to hurt. I swung and missed again I heard strike two. For a second I thought I got this. The next pitch I hit far but it was just foul. I could hear my teammates screaming go Alex. Then I swung and missed strike three and I walked with my head down back to the dugout. For the rest of the day I didn’t want to talk to

Bases were loaded and I was up, I took a deep breath and stepped into the box. I stood there frozen as the pitch passed me. “Strike one”. Let's go Noah what are you doing, stop standing there and hit the wicked ball, as I thought to myself. I swung at the next pitch as hard as I could while staying on balance and hit it to deep left center. I ran through first, rounding second heading to third the Bulldogs were just getting the ball into the shortstop. “SAFE”called the ump, I got up and dusted myself off thinking, golly a triple, not bad. Now it was 7-3 us, the pitch was thrown, it went way over the catcher and I started heading home all the momentum I could get was speeding me up. It was going to be a close play, but I knew I could get in there….

Our first time batting was always the most rough. We ended the inning one to zero. The rest of the innings flew past and before we knew it, it was eleven to six. We were winning by five runs. All of us were exhausted and I had switched to catcher so our other catcher didn’t overheat. It was another round of easy outs. We were at the top of the batting order, meaning I was fourth to bat. Our first three got on base quickly, and soon enough I was up. I stood at the back of the box and got in position. I knew what kind of pitch I liked and I would go for it.

I spent the entire car ride home tuning out my parents' words of consolation, replaying my strike-out over and over in my head. For the next few days I was miserable thinking about how, if it hadn't been for me, the Bengals might have been on their way to a league victory, and nothing anyone said could convince me that the loss wasn't on my

We arrived at the fields one hour before the game so we all got warmed up and started the game. This game still didn't go as well as we hoped, I still didn’t hit at all so I decided to try bunting and I got one down to see if maybe I get on base one time it will help my hitting at all and of course I still got out. We ended up losing that game by two runs which disappointed us all

To be the greatest you have to start from the bottom and work your way up, work and train hard and wait for you opportunity and take it. Ever since I could remember I wanted to be the greatest baseball player there ever was and to do that I had to master the fundamentals of the game before I could truly become the best. This scholarship to me mean a little bit more than just money to me because where I learned my fundamentals from was Howard. My graduating class might be the last few players that actually remember Howard and I could be the last one to actually play a game with coach Bell. Since then I’ve always tried to focus on the little things in whatever I’m doing because I know that’s was coach Bell always tried to do. Because of what

Trust me when I tell you that not every game has been as exciting as a walk off win. The big win that comes at the end of a tournament or an exciting game is really the product of months of long and mostly repetitive practices. It is like a concert at the end of weeks or months of practicing, or a play at the end of countless rehearsals. Without that practice, even the most skilled players would never get to the final day of a tournament, would not feel that same exhaustion after the final play of the day. I learned this through years of my father taking me out the field or in the backyard to practice. Despite my complaints, he never budged and always got me to practice. Looking back now, the only reason I was even moderately successful, the only reason I became the starting pitcher for my team was the constant work put in because of my father's pressuring. A simple, every day, fun activity, though seemingly unimportant at

As I strode to the batters box I prepared my mind for the at-bat. At this moment I was sweating more than ever. I was so traumatized when he threw the first pitch. After 3 pitches I had 3 balls. I was still immensely nervous. My heart beat was skipping a couple beats at this point. Following that last pitch I stepped out the box and took a take sign. Before I

Failure applies to my life because i’m an athlete and I have failed many times, even when I tried my hardest there was still times when I would fail, and that just made me try harder when I was at practice or a meet for cross country or track I would fail but I would just keep getting back up and trying again and now i’m adding soccer so i’m gonna have to try really hard to get better at that even though I know i’m gonna fail a lot.

Failure is something that has been in my life for many years. Although it is always disappointing, failure has always been something I viewed as a positive experience and as one of those things every human must go through. I use failure to motivate me. If people gain any negative opinions or doubts from witnessing my failure, I use that for motivation as well. I consider myself as a person that is never satisfied when it comes to achievements. Being a competitor, I always want to do the best that I can. If I am in a competition, I do my all to win. This is why failure never gets me distraught. I see it as a challenge and I attack that failure until it is a victory.

Failure is a very bad thing when it first happens.You’re all down and you think that everything you do is not going to be good and you doubt yourself.At that moment you wont realize but failure was made for you to learn from your mistakes and do better not bring you down.I learned about failure many times but I experienced it this past summer.

Everyone will fail many times throughout their life, some will stay down and some will overcome their problems and become stronger. How people react to failures is what defines them as people. When someone fails, it can show them how to better prepare themselves for the future. Failing should not be seen as a negative thing. Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team, but if he would have quit basketball at that moment, then Lebron James would be the best player of all time. The problem with failing is that many people believe they cannot overcome it. This cannot be further from the truth because of how much you can actually benefit from failing. Failing in life can be very beneficial because it will make people stronger, prepares