Football Game Essay

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

As soon as I made my very first varsity baseball appearance, I knew that I had to be the very best I could be or there was never going to be a chance of ever putting on that white and maroon crisp cleaned dri-fit Russel number 18 jersey. My heart was beating beyond faster than it should be at my first at bat because I had always heard “Just wait you haven't seen nothing yet, wait till you face them varsity pitchers.” Players older than me had constantly been saying that throughout my freshman season and it kept repeating over and over in my head like a broken record. Although I had studied the pitcher and had seen with my very own eyes, he wasn’t as good as everyone talked him up to be. I was still overawed and very nervous about messing up.

My breakfast started to creep back up my throat as game time got closer and closer. I walked across the patch of grass behind home plate and was towered over by the 30 foot backstop with a huge net suspended from it. My bulging bag of equipment was beginning to make my shoulder hang. I walked down the steps into the cement dugout and placed my bag under the bench that spanned the entire length of the dugout. I sat down, laced up my cleats, and put my warm-up jacket on in preparation for batting practice. I stepped onto the grass surrounding the dugout to get the feeling of how wet the grass was. I dug my cleats into the grass and began my usual routine of taking certain practice swings as I gazed upon the press box in the wake of the backstop. Preceding the burn in my forearms, caused from the practice swings, I marched behind the dugout to the rows of batting cages to wait my turn in line. Pacing back and forth I knew I had to keep my nervousness to a minimum. I popped in a wad of Big League Chew and continued to

Clouds mugged the sun of light as the day progressed. Dusk filled the air on the baseball diamond where I would leave my legacy. Forth, was the championship game to be played, and the pressure of the starting pitcher, was not fazing me. In the zone, we said the Little League pledge. Jolts of excitement filled my muscles as I recited the piece that I know all too well. Warming up, I was controlled, and was ready to bring it. The game began with a bang. Strikeout after strikeout I fired, giving my all every single pitch. ‘BOOM’ went the glove after every pitch, whizzed right by the petrified batter. However, this was not much different for our team. Just two hits filled the board, I and my teammate Ian Keth. Scoring off of this was efficient,

The worry I had earlier began to slowly dissipate as we headed onward to the next inning. It’s a shame that the worry was only gone for a total of 18 pitches before they had gotten three scores and were ahead of us. When we finally got inside the dugout for our turn to bat, we were pumped to get back ahead of them as fast as possible. We were able to get one run before we reached our three outs and were thrust back onto the field with a tying score. They took two runs from us again causing me to get worried again. They just went ahead of us by two points, and I felt that all was lost. We were finally able to get the last out and we headed inside to the dugout. We were only able to get one run back like last time and I felt that we would lose and then we would be unable to go to the World Series, which is something I had wanted to achieve for sometime. But we were struck out and we went back out onto the field.

The worry I had earlier began to slowly dissipate as we headed onward to the next inning. It’s a shame that the worry was only gone for a total of 18 pitches before they had gotten three scores and were ahead of us. When we finally got inside the dugout for our turn to bat, we were pumped to get back ahead of them as fast as possible. We were able to get one run before we reached our three outs and were thrust back onto the field with a tying score. They took two runs from us again causing me to get worried again. They just went ahead of us by two points, and I felt that all was lost. We were finally able to get the last out and we headed inside to the dugout. We were only able to get one run back like last time and I felt that we would lose and then we would be unable to go to the World Series, which is something I had wanted to achieve for sometime. But we were struck out and we went back out onto the field.

Coach Harrison wants us to do the best we can because there will be scouts and it determines if we can get a scholarship or get into the best college for baseball. I’m not going to lie, but I’m nervous as hell, we need to win the state champion badly to impress these scouts. Lately my performance has been slacking off lately and I have no idea why, like I don’t know what’s on my mind, is it the nervousness, the anxiety or is my life on the line? I really want to win this for Dad, imagine him being so proud of me to get into college and play in minor league just like

Sixth inning, I was deep into a no hitter with the score one to zip our favor. I had gotten the first batter to ground out to first base. Dad came trotting to the mound waiving Ihram in. I could see the concern on both faces. Looking at me what seemed like eternity, dad said “Looks like you got yourself in a pickle. There are two ways out, one is to blow the game and loose. The other is to pitch three strikes to the next two batters and win. What do you want to do?”

“Next up the right fielder Auuuuusstin Meeeehhhhrrrr” belows out of the speakers at full blast as I approach the plate. Feeling loose I ease into the batter's box sinking my cleats deep into the soft dirt where I can get a solid stance. Stretching my bat across the plate showing the pitcher how much reach I have tempting him to throw one in the zone. Weight is on my back leg as I slowly bounce the bat in my hands anticipating the first pitch. The pitcher begins his windup and I stop moving the bat and focus on the ball.

We were not expected to be in this position after starting the season with two wins and six losses. With the bases loaded, I stepped into the batter’s box for my second at bat in the 2017 PA District 2 AAAA High School Championship game. Our opponent was stacked with three prospective Division 1 pitchers. I was nervous to say the least, but then my “moment” arrived. I saw my pitch, and launched a bases clearing triple that added to a lead that would eventually produce a victory for my team. We moved on through the playoffs, and eventually landed at Medlar field in State College, where we delivered our first baseball State Championship in school history.

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.

On the way to the dugout, the batter is thinking about how they struck out and how much they wish they got a hit. Eventually, they realize they have to get over it and cheer on their teammates. In addition to that, they have to prepare themselves to go back out to the field, show no emotion, and fix their mistake by trying their hardest no matter what position they are. “You must actively, consciously choose to focus on what you can change, and accept what you can’t change.” (Phil, 2014)

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

To the average spectator, the time surrounding a single pitch consists of a steady emotion; however, I have experienced one of the wildest and most thrilling roller coaster rides of emotion while standing on the mound. I was completely aware of the situation. I was “in the zone”. Nothing could stop me. I had been perfect up till now; not a single batter got a hit. With sweat pouring down my face like a rapid waterfall, I took a deep breath. All eyes were fixated on me, but I didn’t feel that. My eyes took a quick glance at the massive crowd; some were cheering and others looked like they were about to give a speech in front of thousands. They collectively stared at the mound and anxiously awaited the next pitch. The ball fired out of my hand

I was getting very nervous, because all three of us were hitless today. Okay, we need base runners, and we need them now. Don’t try to do too much, just get a hit. I thought. The first pitch was a fastball right down the middle of the plate, a perfect pitch to hit. My eyes got big, and my mind said swing, but before I could react, the ball was past me.