Personal Narrative: Major League Baseball

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.

When I was in the fifth grade a friend and I had made that decision that I should become a part of his town baseball team. When I got home from school that day I asked my mom if I could join and her answer was no. The next day at school I talked to my friend and he told me that his practice was that night and that I should come and try it out. He told me that he usually rides his bike because his dad is not home and that we could meet up and go together. So when I got home my mom was home and around the time I needed to leave to meet my friend she usually went to the nearby school to walk around the track for exercise. She had asked me if I wanted to go with her I declined and she left. I started my journey to the baseball field that was probably

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.

Blood, sweat and tears. All for one sport you love. Going to the fields, putting my cleats on and batting.(Cumulative) From the time I stepped on the diamond, I knew softball was going to be something I was good at. Usually most people start off playing t-ball and work their way up to the big leagues. Not me. I started my third grade year. Of course I was hesitant (nervous), but I got over that fast enough. I played every position possible. I was a strong hitter (usually making it on base every time). But that’s 10 u. Over the years, I became exceptionally good at softball. I had many compliments on how good I was. Parents were telling my parents how good I was. But that was only the beginning.

I have known Lauryn Banks my entire softball career. Three words that come to my mind when I think of Lauryn are dedicated, supportive, and extraordinary. She is truly one of the most incredible teammates that I could ever have the honor of playing with. Lauryn is the epitome of hardwork. Our high school has an extremely competitive softball team. However, this did not discourage Lauryn. After making JV her sophomore year, she worked incredibly hard to make Varsity her junior. Not only did she make the Varsity team, she was by far one of the most stand out players on the team. Her hard work paid off when she was awarded second team all district infielder. Lauryn is both vocally a leader on the team and a leader by example. Whenever the team is down Lauryn is always there to pick us up.

At the beginning of the Softball season, I had a horrible pitch, now after a ton of practice, I can finally get a perfect pitch. I always wanted to be a pitcher because there were only two pitchers on my team. But it was me against my coach and my team. Would the coach approve my pitch? Would the team accept me as a pitcher? Read my story to find out.

Baseball has been so much more than just a passion and sport for me. It has taught me life lessons and given me the determination to succeed in whatever I do in

lukas k//After school I hung around with my friends until baseball practice at 4:30. until baseball practice. At baseball practice we practice and fielding and hitting.after baseball practice me and my friend Max walked back to his house, after baseball practice me and my friend Max Walked back to his house, because it's only five blocks away.we hung out and rode bike for a couple hours until my dad pick me up. When my dad picked me up, he informed me that I could babysit. my dad picked me up, he informed me that I could babysit. After thinking about it, I said “yes”. He brought me to McDonald's, then to Shanes. The person I babysit for. After babysitting until 330. I went home, took a shower and went to bed. The next morning I got up at

Up until the day after Thanksgiving weekend this year, I had never done any sport beside softball (Well, beside soccer and dance, but that only lasted until I was 6 or 7). Don’t get me wrong, I was not inactive or anything, I just had only done one organized sport. I loved softball and I felt really comfortable playing because I knew exactly what was going on. Also, I am not one to try out new things all the time. But I decided to try winter track out. I felt decently comfortable running and I knew it would help my performance in softball in the spring and summer. So I went for it. A few of my friends also were doing it, so I felt a little better. On the first day of practice I actually had fun. We did a bunch of fun exercises, most of which

I started playing travel softball when I was twelve years old when a man I had known for several years named Byron asked me to play on his team. Travel ball requires you to have much more knowledge about the game in order to be successful. At this level, we had to begin to use signs while batting and other terminology while playing defense. Byron had been around the game of softball for years and had tons of knowledge to share with his players. For example, when we were working on defense at practice, Coach Byron would hold up a sign that would say something like “6-4-3.” All of the defenders on the field would have to know what that meant so they could execute the play. In this case, it meant we were supposed to turn a double play. It occurred

That when you do something in the past that you weren’t good at, then you try it again. When, you try it again you would know what to do but better. So, when I took a break from baseball and didn’t play for months and I came back better than I ever was. So, taking a break was a good thing for me cause i cleared my head and had a different mindset. And, they made me be better at what I do, and maybe even better than people that I couldn’t beat in the past. I once, saw a docomatary about a player (Derek Jeter) that took a break from playing sports and was a good thing for the Yankees. They won the World Series when he came back to play for them. Then i started to think to myself that if they took a break and

The smell of fresh cut grass and sunflower seed it was the smell of the best baseball season. I am going to Des Moines for the state tournament and you had to play for two days and we got a hotel and everything.We woke up at 6 because ower game started at 8:00 and we need to warm up to so we went to Des Moines and there were a lot of people and a lot of teams that I had to play them, they were huge and tall and i'm just normal.

Generally for selfless people talking about themselves, but it’s like running on a bed of nails for the first time. Parents, grandparents, and teachers taught us to be self less and the help people that need it.By the way talking about hardship, love of sports, and serving in the National Guard is going to be a difficult task to accomplish.

As the crowd was cheering as the game went on I was on the edge of my seat. At the time my family was visiting California for the first time. We all had a blast and before we wanted to leave all of us wanted to go to a baseball game. As we were walking to the stadium all of the hard core fans were getting hyped for the game. All of them playing games in the parking lot.It felt like I was meant to be at the game. I was rooting for the angels at the time because the rest of the crowd was. My dad was taking pictures of the players throwing,catching,and making plays. I remember as the game was getting close to the end that I had to get cotton candy. Cotton candy was one

When I started to play baseball I was nervous because I saw how fast they were pitching so I thought i couldn't hit the ball. When I was up to bat I was sitting there waiting for the pitch and there it was the pitch. I heard strike one then… strike two, i was nervous because the whole team was watching me. and then the third pitch came and with a crack of the bat it was soaring over the fence into the tree line. Then all i could here was the whole team cheering. And i know why they were cheering, it was because i just hit my first home run!!!! The next week the first game was against derby. We won the game 12 to 10. It was fun.