Getting Cut
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.
Baseball workouts start months before tryouts. They are hard and quite dry; but train the basic skills into your mind through repetition. These workouts range from four to five days a week with the occasional saturday event. The skills taught were
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I went home full of excitement and quickly recounted to my mom the success I had that day at baseball. I went to bed that night with more confidence than I thought possible and looking forward to another day of baseball. Made my way through school that day visualizing my performance that afternoon for tryouts. With more excitement than nerve I began the second day of tryouts. Thursday we worked on throwing and catching skills, friday was batting. An area in which I struggled a little more than others but with confidence pouring out of me I stepped into the box. Even with the confidence boost working on my skill I struggled heavily and was not happy with my performance. So trying to keep my confidence up I tried to finish that day of tryouts but I could tell that the coaches were less pleased with my performance that day. There’s not a much faster way to be served a large slice of humble pie than to realize you may not be all that you once thought you were. So keeping that in mind I finished the day doing my best. When we gathered together to make final cuts I could feel my heart beating in …show more content…
A mistake, there must have been a mistake it's not real it can't be happening. I raised my head to look at one of my best friends shock on his face second only to mine. Coach apologized to those who hadn’t made the team and offered, if anyone wanted to know why they had been cut they could come speak to him and the assistant coach privately. What did I have to lose? So I went. It would have taken a real man to be able to look a coach in the face immediately after his dreams had been crushed, I am not embarrassed to admit that there were tears in my eyes as i conversed with the two of them. The news of being cut stung, but the reasons that followed pierced my soul; being told that with my skill level i should consider playing a different sport. Life stood still, i told them i would come back the next year and improve and prove myself to them; they had no idea that i had no intention on keeping this promise. Baseball was over, as i tried to gather up the last reserves of my pride i looked across the gym to my friends and lifted my hand in farewell but couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks. As I walked through the front door of my home i collapsed right in the doorway and finally felt safe enough to truly let my emotions show; I cried for a long time and only paused for a moment when my mother arrived home and looked at me expressing her sorrow through the way she looked at me. If I
Baseball tryouts Three weeks ago I woke up from my deep sleep knowing what today was. I could feel the anxiety rushing through my mind but I was also confident that I would do good and be able to impress my coach. Today was baseball tryouts, I put so much time and effort fielding ground balls hitting off the tee to be ready for today.
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.
We all know how to throw a ball however, not all of us know how to properly throw a baseball. Apparently, baseball pitching requires power, strength and stability. One of the best ways to achieve these is to undergo training.
I was dropped off the travel baseball team? “How could this be” I asked my dad, he replied “I don’t know Josh you didn’t put that much effort into your last game and you don’t try in practice”. The travel baseball team is the most prestigious youth baseball team when I found out I had been dropped I was heartbroken I wanted to crawl into a hole and cry. My dad tried to talk me into trying to try out for different team I just turned around and didn’t say a word. I ran outside, grabbed my baseball glove and threw it in the pool I never wanted to see a baseball glove or bat again.
There are three diverse ways a baseball player can approach a season in school. You can do it for the draft, trusting you can swing baseball to a profession. You improve the situation the adoration for the diversion, and simply thank god for another chance to play the amusement you cherish. At that point, there are the ones who do it with the expectation of complimentary training. You can be every one of the three, however, most folks are extremely one dimensional with regards to this approach. When you go to the locker space for training and you simply envision what every one of your colleagues does, you truly discover an alternate everyone is from each other. Be that as it may, on the off chance that you separate them into these three classes, it won't take you long to do as such.
There are many steps to becoming a great baseball player and getting into the big leagues. Let’s say you grow up playing ball. You’ve had all of the best coaching and are just a phenomenal player. Now you are in high school. You have to train to be the best, this includes running, lifting weights, throwing and hitting. These things have to be done consistently in order to become great. There is no way to become perfect at such a sport. Practice and working hard are not the only things to take into perspective when talking sports, not just baseball. You have to take care of your body, this means you have to eat right, get the right amount of sleep and always properly stretch to keep your body in tip top shape. Your body has got to be in great
To play the game of baseball you have to be in great physical shape. You also need to have an exceptional amount of
All baseball players, regardless of position, need to focus on the core muscles of the abdomens, hips and legs. Swinging a bat requires a lot of strength and rotation of your abdomens. If you have a weak abdomen, not only can it affect your performance. Also it can lead to potential muscle pulls and strains that could lead to recovery. Even pitchers have strong cores.This is because your core is a big part in throwing a pitch with good velocity. To develop a good core you can do various workouts.
As I put off opportunities to improve my skills, and my character, the toll only became harsher and more difficult to overcome. In turn, my status among the other athletes began to deteriorate. Witnessing my peers expedite their game as I still struggled did not phase me so much at the time. In fact, I was sure that my role on the team would remain the same. This was obviously false, as within the matter of weeks I was pushed back further in the batting lineup, and committing more errors in the field than ever before. It was during our playoff run that I had realized the resulting detriment, when each player was counted on more than ever before. We ended up making it to the championship, only being one run short of winning. Although our team was able to accomplish that much, I felt short handed when it came to the successful
I worked out everyday and practiced every chance I got. When the first day of tryouts came around again, I woke up that morning like every other day, but I knew today was different. I knew that today was the day I was going to redeem myself. When I got to the field most of the guys looked familiar, a few of them even joked around with me and asked "you're back for more?" Unlike the previuos year, I was ready for this tryout. I proved to everyone that doubted me and said I couldn't and I earned my spot on that team. The moment I saw my name on the team's roster was one of my proudest
Thank you for trying out”. Those exact words were printed on the baseball list. I then got a text in middle of class from friend saying that my name is not on the list. At first i thought it was an error made by the coaching staff because at out of all the people how could i have been cut off like that? So, my first intention was to text my coach. I asked him if i got cut off the team and if there was a mistake made. But, I get a text saying “see me at lunch”. At that point, i knew i was cut. I was so confused. How could a coach cut a player that was batting over 400 and was getting clutch hits against one of the best schools in the game. A player that never complained and did what he was told since the start. I dealt with all the annoying little things and provided for the team but instead of getting a little recognition, i was just dropped. Was it something i did? Or did he simply not like me? I wanted answer but instead i received pure nonsense and logical reasoning
We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game
how would you feel if you cutted your hair to the tips of your ears
Baseball is a sport of many skills and figuring out the weaker part between all the skills is very challenging in baseball because it’s broken down into so many parts of the game. The sports are divided into offensive technical, offensive tactical, defensive technical and defensive tactical. All of these skills have a very strict guideline that one will fail without the other. In this paper, it will go through the details of the most important part and yet the weakest part in the youth baseball today. Offensive technical skills have been the struggle in youth kids these days because of the facts everyone wants to hit for a home run. Home run shouldn’t be the focal point of the offensive, but in today games it really has been the team in the professional really just want that guy who can hit fifty plus home run in a season.
For most of my life, I was skilled in organized sports, especially soccer, which I had played for many years. After a successful soccer season my freshman year, I thought that I would make the JV team for sure. At tryouts, I went through the motions of each drill. I breezed through the conditioning tests, doing the bare minimum for each test. I didn’t try as hard as others, as I felt that I was more skillful than most of my peers.