My Life : Playing Baseball : The Life Of Baseball

“Every strike brings me closer to the next home run”(Babe Ruth). I was wondering how much baseball really affected my life and the choices I make. The answer is a lot, and it still continues to leave a mark on this life I love. Over the many years of my involvement in the game I have learned that life is full of ups and downs. Baseball teaches people to bounce back from negatives, this I believe.

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

My assistant varsity baseball coach stared me dead in the eyes and said two words to me during my senior year of high school that I would never forget; “Be undeniable.” For me, this was a shockingly new concept. Throughout my childhood, baseball has always a part of my life. From my childhood little league games into my adolescent years, I have always played the game and excelled at it. When I matriculated into high school I could not wait to join varsity and lay the foundation to accomplish my goal of becoming a Division I baseball player in college.

I step up to the plate. The hot lights of the Mets stadium hit my face. Clayton Kershaw was pitching. He is the best pitcher in the MLB. The pitch comes. It was a slow hanging curveball right over the middle. I swing will all my might. I hear the crack of the bat and I see the ball fly over the fence. I trot around the bases and I am approaching home plate. I step on home then I wake up.

Since I can remember, I was in love with game of baseball. I believe that when I was a kid, baseball taught me how to be passionate. I remember always impatiently waiting to play catch with my Dad or play wiffleball with my brother. I believe baseball has taught me more than just passion but it has also taught me a number of life lessons and has also shaped who I am as a person today.

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.

Lights blaring into my eyes, the crack of the bat, the shouting of the overly-devoted parents, the salty aroma arising off of the freshly roasted peanuts, all came together to create the overwhelming presence of a little league baseball game. This was a place where I spent most of my time on week day afternoons, in the spring, watching my brother succeed at America’s pastime. He was really quite good at this sport called baseball; he had just been granted the position of starting pitcher for the team. Sometimes things that have occurred in my life, and stuff I have received, that I may not have necessarily deserve, can be taken for granted. However, after what was about to take place my eyes are given a new perspective.

Baseball always seemed rather natural to me. With my dad being a basketball coach, it honestly was my mother’s doing that picked up a glove and ball. It probably was because her side of the family seemed to compile an interesting set of baseball junkies, her even playing for Team USA Softball one summer, and my god-father (her brother) garnering tons of scholarship offers and major league try-outs for his work on the mound. Baseball just was in me. Something that was organic, fun, and exhilarating. For the most part, I excelled from the start. However, just as baseball played an innocent childhood role in my life, it also presented me with one of the biggest life lessons that I have experienced.

After walking onto the field at seven years old, I found my passion, my strength, and my world. Softball has been in my life for the past ten years, and I intend to play in college if I’m given the opportunity, nevertheless, I am going to fight to play. Playing softball has changed my life; I do not know where I would be without it. It has given me the best experiences in life, and I have made long term friends while playing. I hit my first homerun at 12 years old, and have been a power hitter ever since.

All the ups and downs that are dealt out every game to every player. It has taught me how to deal with so many challenges in my life. Things like: anger, bad calls, getting blown out, blowing a team out, sportsmanship, family, and so much more. Growing up I had very serious anger issues, and was a constant thorn in my mom’s side, always getting in trouble at school and fighting with my older sister. But playing baseball truly cleared the sky for me. I learned while pitching that I needed to control my emotions because if not it would affect the results. I was able to transfer this into my everyday life, by controlling my emotions better I was able to stay out of trouble, get better grades, and realize how important the relationships are that I have with my friends and family. Getting blown out by a team is one of the most upsetting feelings in baseball. While your team sits in the dugout with their tails between their legs, just wishing the game was over, and the other team is is acting like a child in a candy store. This taught me to enjoy the little things in life. Even though the game isn’t going the way I want it to, I should enjoy the fact that I’m doing something I love. I have implemented this into my life in many ways, and it has allowed me to be the right guy, at the right

It was a chilly Monday night as I finished putting on my baseball uniform. I was nervous because it was the championship game. We were playing our rival team, the Yankees. My close friend Tom was their pitcher, and he struck out a lot of people. Tonight, I was going to get a hit off of him. At least I hoped so. I heard a beep in the driveway and realized it was my mom who was ready to go. ¨ Coming Mom!¨ I shouted through the garage door. As I jogged to the car, I could not stop thinking about getting a hit off of Tom.

Baseball is an American sport and it has been a sport since the 1800’s. I started playing baseball when I was only four years old and I still play till this day. My journey in high school playing baseball had it’s up and downs. Not making the high school baseball team as a freshman was not a good feeling, but experiencing that feeling of failure made me a better baseball player in the up coming years. Baseball was very important in my life at the time. My parents just got a divorce and I was trying to learn how to live with that. Baseball was my place for happiness when I was growing up. I didn't anticipate learning an important life lesson that would define my love for the game even more then I already did.

I started studying the game the most in second grade during the winter because, well, I wasn’t outside practicing. It was simply too cold and it saddened me that I simply couldn’t play the game due to the weather outside. So I got online and went to MLB.com and I started from the 1960’s the end of the baseball golden age. Which happened to be the end of the career of my favorite baseball player of all time (Stan Musial). Which is why I started there. It seemed like the perfect starting point. From then on I moved backward until I got to 1919 learned about the Chicago Black Sox. This was a 6-year-learning experience.

Baseball Improved my health a lot. The summer I played for Mountain range, was the summer I learned baseball is harder than I thought. I worked so hard that summer that I lost 20 pounds, I used to be 160 in 8th grade but when baseball came around it went away like dust in the wind. My coaches taught me a lot and got me physically and mentally prepared for baseball, I would not be able to hit a ball until i joined the program. After the games we played the coaches would tell us to run poles,(Which where you touch both foul poles and we would do at least 8 poles) I would run them and try to get faster every time I would see who would be in front of me and then the next game get in front of them. Baseball changed my health in many ways.

As I became older, I began to understand and play the game better with discipline and joy. Simply as to stealing bases to celebrating a homerun. It all required vision and confidence in my opinion. My best year was in little league, playing with the best players any little leaguer could have. My nickname in baseball is "lil Roy" which is the name of a senior who played before