My Memories Of My Life

Ever since I could remember, I have always had a great interest and love for the game of baseball. As a kid, I would spend countless hours in the backyard with my grandfather, or even by myself, tossing, hitting and fielding a baseball. When I wasn't in the yard pretending to be Nomar Garciaparra I would watch the Boston Red Sox games on TV with my Grandfather.  Even in my early adolescence, as impatient as most are, I had the patience to sit there and watch the Sox.With my eyes glued to the screen with a look of anticipation fixed on my face ready to mimic my grandfather with the excitement of a home run hit or the frustration of Mo-Vaughn striking out. Call me crazy, but I was addicted, even as a young boy, to Boston Red Sox baseball.

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.

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,

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.

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.

It is a game of inches played nearly everywhere by every age. From backyards to little league parks and professional stadiums, by tee-ball playing kindergartners to old-timer leagues, baseball is a game that is considered America’s pastime for a good reason. Baseball, and simply sports in general, help teach many important life lessons such as hard work, sportsmanship and dedication. These qualities, along with many other things, are necessary for success in today’s world. The sport of baseball is very popular in other countries as well, and for many of the youth in these countries, it represents a way out. A way out from the poverty and crime and a way to a better life here in America. Out of all of the opportunities afforded to me

During my childhood years baseball served as a hobby that kept me active and healthy. I would constantly be watching the Anaheim Angels, playing a game of wiffleball, or hitting in the batting cages. This was a game that allowed me to have fun, develop relationships, and stay active. I developed a

Baseball has been around for centuries and is a classic sport known as “America’s Pastime”. It is one of the most loved sports in the world and most absolutely has not lost its cool. It’s a beautiful game, filled with excitement, happiness and fans that are truly in love with the sport. Baseball has been around since 1846 and has had many changes that have only made it a better game. It was one of America’s first popular sports and remains popular

It was just another dry, hot, boiling summer day. The morning was chilly as it was breezy as I went through the preparations for the baseball doubleheader we had that night. Both games were against our rival Brandon Valley whom we had gone back in fourth with winning as well as losing. The first game is always a must win as that goes towards your record to acquire a place higher up in the region tournament just weeks away. The start of the game seemed normal, but we always kept it close. Finally the last inning, it was the top of the seventh since we only play seven innings in a game. Exhausted from playing the first six as hard as I could I came in to pitch in a tie game.

Throughout my life, I have been apart of America’s pastime--baseball. My career started in the dog days of the ‘03 season and I have not stopped playing since. Looking back, I can see the horrid field where I first started playing, and if I shift gears and look forward, I can see the shimmering astro turf I will be playing on in college. The steps taken to learn the skills, positions, and history it takes to play the game of baseball have been stored in the very core of my being, but I was launched into this learning process. I never got to play teeball like most young players do, so I did not learn the game in the same manner as most ball players have before me. The speedy progression would discourage most from ever playing again, but I fed on the opportunity and thrived. Time and time again, the game of baseball has tried to knock me out with an array of assailants, but it has not succeeded to this point, for I have gotten back up each time stronger than before. One could say baseball was the mold that made me into who I am today.

I could hear the players out in the field for red and the players on the bench yelling, encouraging the pitcher. The blue team dugout was very quiet. The pitcher started his delivery and the pitch came in. I took a hack, and just got a piece of it. I’m still alive, I thought. The next pitch came in, again I took a swing, and it was a good one. I watched the ball fly over the

My appreciation for baseball started when I was seven years old. Although I grew up on the south side, my love for baseball was for the north side. My brothers would watch the Cubs everyday and I watched them get hyped and excited over it. I always thought they were insane from how emotional they would get during the game. I started to get attentive and watched the games with them while they were on. I was that annoying little sister that kept asking questions during the game. My brothers were annoyed but they were also patient with me, as I was just learning the sport. I began to become more infatuated with the sport at such a young age. My passion for it began to grow each and everyday. I started to play softball as I grew older and my dedication for the game grew even more. I definitely give my brothers credit for turning me into the psycho baseball fan I am today.

In the society that we are living in now everyone expects something for the other person. Mostly people want to hear what they want to hear, people want others to accept what they are saying is right and others are wrong. We as part of this society often set the standards for what fits and what doesn’t fit our expectations. People have some kind of conflict with someone in daily basis and that’s the reality, sometimes people are having a conflict with their family and sometimes with their friends. One particular event that I remember from my life is when my whole family was sitting together with my uncle’s and cousins. My dad started a conversation about education and how todays kids are not doing what they are supposed to or they are not working as hard as they supposed to which lead to a much greater conversation. Everyone had their own personal approach to the situation. In every conversation everyone tries to be right and they try their best to stick what they have said and think that the other person is wrong.