Personal Essay: The Varsity Baseball Team

Finally the time was here to play some Baseball. No one had seen how fast the pitcher pitched the ball because I was the only one at practice. Anyway I was the second one who was going up to bat but my team was in the field first so I kinda got some time to see how they play. But we had a really good pitcher so it was 1, 2, 3, strikes it was time for us to bat.

Baseball is a game of skill that is played with a hard ball and a bat between two teams of nine players each at a time on the playing field at once. Although many different people play Baseball all over the world it is most popular in the United States. It is so popular in fact, it is referred to as the national pastime of the United States because of the tradition and popularity associated with the game. Baseball consists of many complicated rules. It also has a very elaborate history. One can not fully understand the game America has grown to love until learning about not only the rules but also the history.

One the the school counselors was talking to me and asked me what I liked to do at home and I told him that I really enjoy to play baseball and little did I know that he was a baseball coach. He told me to go home and ask my parents if I could join the team. When I told them they told me they couldn't pay for it and that they wouldn't be able to bring me to practices or games due to there work schedule. I went back the next day and told the coach what my parents said , he told me not to worry about the money just to show up to practice next week and he would make sure I was on the team. Knowing my parents wouldn't be able to take me to practices I discussed that everyday I would ride my bike to practices and to games I would ask teammates for rides. Tell this day my Baseball coach tells me that every time he saw me come to practices riding my bike and always being the first one there, reminded him of his child hood and showed him the love I have for the game. Even now that I'm 17 year old , I still feel like that little kid whenever I play

It was very hard to accept that I was not as good as the other players that made the team. But what was also equally frustrating was seeing that the hard work I had put into preparing for tryouts had not paid off. For the first few weeks after being cut I was in a very bad mood. As the team started their season without me, I was missing baseball badly. At this point it became clear that I had two possible options.

My seventh grade year Coach Humble, the seventh grade football coach, asked me and a few of my best friends to join the team. In the beginning, I worked hard to learn the rules of the game. I watched college and NFL teams play on television, and I looked up their practices and drills online as well. After I learned the game, I decided to be the team leader. I felt as if someone on the team needed to be the encourager

Baseball is the most popular spring sport in the United States. Something I once participated in and now watch. Just weeks before the busy season, Dad and I were working on the beautiful field. We had been impatient, working on the field for weeks now. We worked through the slush, the mud, and now the sandy dirt. Practices started and though I do not play I am at every practice. The ding of the ball colliding with the bat, the smack of the ball hitting the glove, and the players yelling, “nice job!”

Seventh grade I played in the gym only but every time a coach looked I played my best if I had the ball. When it came to tryouts I tried my best, but when the results were posted I didn’t make it. But a after lunch 3 on 3 tournament was about to happen and I was put on a team a very bad team to add that. I did not care because for the first time in a while now I get to play semi for real. I was happy once again

The summer team consisted of tournament’s in the state of Florida, also one big trip to West Virginia. So this year to me was not the most important year to be the starting pitcher to me, because there were seniors looking for schools to also play for and coaches needed to give them a shot before lower classmen. So this year I started a couple games, I also closed a couple just as a sophomore. I wasn’t the best on the team, but I knew if I did my best and worked hard for next year I could be. After the summer team was over I felt good about where I stood skill level with everyone. So at the end of the summer my coach talked to me and asked me to go to a new school, he will be coaching at (Keswick Christian) so deciding where to go was almost

However, my parents pushed me to continue playing, and I then came to the decision to tryout for another team. I started to prepare intensely, in hopes to make the team. When arriving at the first tryout, my stomach was in a knot, and I felt ill. When hesitantly and nervously walking into the gym, I was the opposite of optimistic. I felt hopeless, and that making the team was not even a possibility.

Like a slug, I inched my way to his office. When I opened the door I was astonished. Coach and all the seniors were sitting there. They told me to sit down, so I did. Coach and the seniors took turns telling me why they chose me as captain and all this other stuff. They told me how great of a player I was and the ending of the game was not my fault and it did not define me as a player. They kept telling me how I was the best player to come through the school and how I was on my way to do great things. They said I just had a bad at bat at a bad

We are thankful for baseball. I like baseball. I started baseball when I went to my dad’s softball game. Then, I know I want to play baseball and I just took off. I loved it. I've been playing for 9 years now. I like to play catcher and pitcher. to me baseball is my paycheck.

At the beginning of the baseball season I was told about an elite baseball team for age thirteen. I couldn’t try out for this team yet because I was only twelve years old so I still had a year to go until I could try out. My dad told me that year I had to focus on doing really well because the coaches were going to come to watch a lot of the tournaments to see who they want to invite to the tryouts. The coaches said this team will compete with the best teams in the state. Throughout the season I was really excited about the team and the tryout but I was also a little nervous about the tryout.

I started to see improvement, and my coach must have noticed as well, because he invited me to come to the varsity tournament that weekend. I was excited for the opportunity to prove myself, but after sitting for the first two games, I worried that I wasn’t going to get my chance. When I saw that I wasn’t starting in the third and final game, I gave up nearly all hope that I would get to play. I was starting to wonder if all my hard work was even worth it, when, all of a sudden, my coach told me to get ready to go in. As I entered the game, I felt a little nervous, but I knew I was prepared. This was the opportunity I had been waiting

Although I was put on the “freshman team” again, I had my mind set on showing the coach that I should not be on this team. My mentality going into the pre-season was to put all my heart and soul into all the practices and the pre-season games. I sat down with my coach and talked to him about how in my opinion, I was not meant to be playing for the Jv2. My coach told me “if you can show me that you are willing to work to get

Everyone that I played with the year before was wondering why I was not on the team. In tenth grade, I tried out again and made the junior varsity team, didn’t do much except serve that year. Eleventh grade tryout made the junior varsity team and played for most of the season.