My Favorite Sport

I was born in Independence, MO on November 14, 1999. I was born into a sports family. My great grandpa and grandpa started teaching me baseball as soon as I could hold one. My great grandma and grandpa babysat me while my Mom was at work. He would sit on the floor and roll the ball to me. When it got warmer, we would go outside and play on his deck. I have loved baseball ever since. Sports have always been my passion. I play baseball and basketball. I started playing basketball my freshman year of high school and started playing baseball as soon as I was ready. There was never a time in my life where I wanted to stop playing sports, never once. I have never had a coach that has made me want to quit playing. If I had a coach that hated me, I paid attention to myself and didn’t let him get to my head about playing the game. I am going to try so hard to go as far as possible with baseball. I want to play baseball for the rest of my life. It’s what I’ve wanted to do since I was in middle school. I’ve known what I wanted to do with my life for the longest time. Sports are “my everything” and

I grew up in a family of baseball players. My grandpa was the first to really get into then it passed on from my dad to me. Growing up I was always practicing or playing baseball. My father and grandfather taught me the basics and it was almost a new way of socialization. Having to learn baseball was like learning a new language. Playing baseball when I was young started as just fun. Starting at the age of 5 I never did much playing. I more so stood in the field and kicked dirt around.

The life of a young baseball player is a very enjoyable one. Baseball has always been my favorite sport, it requires the highest amount of concentration and mental strength. Physical strength is also required to be able to hit and throw the ball; these are all skills required that apparently my freshman year of highschool I did not posses. I had always believed that I had the necessary skills to play baseball and play it well. However, tryouts my freshman year proved me wrong.

But I went out and I tried out for the team. Try outs for high school baseball was so different from middle school baseball. Before tryouts started we had days were we would work out before baseball tryouts started. Some days we were in the weight room and other days we were on the field. We tryout days were here barley any body got cut from the team and if you didn’t make it he would posted anything up and make people feel embraced he would just come up to you and tell you that you did not make the team. It was the first time in a long time that I had played baseball and it was the first time that I made the baseball team for a school. I played for the JV team and my position were catcher and outfield I was number 15 and I liked playing for the team it was so

My love for baseball started a long time ago when I was still a little kid, I Must have been six or seven years old. I could not have been younger than this, although I can vividly remember the experience as if it was yesterday. It was actually the very first time that my dad volunteered to take me to a real baseball game, he must have seen my love for baseball due to the fact that I loved playing catch when I was a young boy. From this observation he must have seen a future baseball player. He was also a baseball player, so baseball was not actually new to the family. I had the thought that I might have been a basketball star, however i enjoyed baseball too much and was much to short to be much good at basketball.

After years of learning, playing, and watching baseball I’ve come to the conclusion that it is the perfect sport. I have been obsessing over the sport since I was six and it has been my air for nine years. There are many reasons why I love the sport; it is challenging, so you can always become a better ball player. Baseball also is a game of strategy, that makes you debate whether or not to bunt, steal, or hit a sacrifice fly ball. America’s pastime is a very entertaining sport that leaves all spectators on the edge of their seat’s. Baseball is by far my favorite sport and is the perfect sport.

Have you ever loved something so much, your world would be incomplete without it? For me, that is baseball. From t-ball to high school, many of my life lessons have been learned on the field. Without baseball, I would not be the person I have become. I am now six-foot four and throughout my childhood I have always been at least six inches taller than my peers.

People experience failure on a regular basis. While failure is often viewed as a negative experience, failure also has the potential to teach us many important lessons. A memorable time I experienced failure was when I was cut from the baseball team my sophomore year. Baseball has been important to me throughout my life. I have always enjoyed playing, watching, and talking about baseball.

During my freshmen year, I made the varsity baseball team at my high school. I was anxious for the upcoming baseball season to start because that meant I not only get to watch baseball but, it was also time for Major League Baseball. As I was

In the past year I have had an extraordinary amount of life changing events. From the joys of winning a baseball state championship to my lowest point of losing my best friend Tucker. Even though in this past year I have had several life changing events, I’m going to tell you about my passion for baseball and how it changed me into who I am today.

I fell in love with the game of baseball from the moment that I was old enough to realize what the game was all about, up to this point in my life baseball has given me countless opportunities to grow not only as a baseball player but as a person. I truly believe that the game of baseball can teach you lessons about life while also giving you countless opportunities to better your life if you put in the work.

“That was a big victory.” Said Josh. “Boys!” said Mike. “I would like to see you both, play for my team.” “YES, YES, YES, YES!” They both said.

Six years ago I played my very first baseball game and I was the pitcher. Now you may think that when I was four I couldn't pitch. Well you were right I just played next to the pitching machine. Getting any baseball that came my way. Popfly, grounder, line drive, you name it I caught it. I was very good at baseball and I loved to play baseball.

The day I heard about baseball i really wanted to play it. If i picked a position it would be first baseman because of the get to touch the ball a lot. i've hit a homerun before. the ball went so high in the air the sun made it look like it disappeared. The next day my mom went to sign up for the babe ruth league for newton. i played short stop. at the end of the season i had 13 home runs. me and my father and mother were both surprised at how many runs i had, i had 21 runs and 13 of those were home runs. then the next year i signed up again and this time i was my favorite position, first baseman. when the season was over i had 42 runs and 15 of those were home runs. Then my dad said i should play football so now i was laying baseball

I still remember the day it all happened. It was my freshman year of high school and baseball was right around the corner. Playing varsity baseball as a freshman was almost impossible to do. As coach called me into his office, the anxiety set in. I knew the varsity team lacked a starting pitcher but i never would have thought i would have the opportunity to get pulled up to play that year.