I have played the game of baseball since i was at a young age and loved it as soon as i stepped on the diamond. My dad knew i would love it because it involves getting dirty and he's right. This year would be the 12th year straight that i have played baseball and i wouldn't trade any of the time i played for anything. This year has been by far the best year of baseball i have ever been a part of. I made lifetime lasting friends and grew closer to some kids i thought i never would. My team was overall 17-5 on the whole season. My team played very well together and i felt a connection every time we stepped on the field. My team also ended a 8 year long drought for the tri valley league championship. We took on susquenita high school on a new
I was walking off of the field with my teammates after two blowouts. In Steamboat on the second day. All of us were so excited to get to the pool and have some fun! Me and my baseball teammate that I was staying with meet each other there. We hurried downstairs put on our swimsuits and before you can blink we were in the water. When everybody was in the pool and before you knew it we were playing 500 with the football. After we did that for a couple of hours we went to got to the hot tub and that's when everything went bad. We had our older teammates brother which was 16. We saw some other kids in the hot tub. Then we went in and then Kelin the 16 year old said,” What are you guys here for?”
“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’ve never been interested in sports. I was a fast runner in my Physical Education classes, but I couldn’t kick a ball without falling. My parents signed me up for the local swim team, but after one year I quit. I never thought that not having athletic ability would help me.
“Next up the right fielder Auuuuusstin Meeeehhhhrrrr” belows out of the speakers at full blast as I approach the plate. Feeling loose I ease into the batter's box sinking my cleats deep into the soft dirt where I can get a solid stance. Stretching my bat across the plate showing the pitcher how much reach I have tempting him to throw one in the zone. Weight is on my back leg as I slowly bounce the bat in my hands anticipating the first pitch. The pitcher begins his windup and I stop moving the bat and focus on the ball.
It was the last games of the baseball season. We had are worse pitcher pitching for our team. And they had an ok pitcher pitching. We got to the semi finals and our coach was going nuts. I was in the locker room getting ready for the game and my teammates Austin and Tevan were right next to me also getting ready they were one of the best players on the team.
Softball isn’t all smiles and winning. Sometimes things could almost get sweet. For instance, we were the first team to ever beat Gladstone. I remember it was the second game of the season and we were playing at the dome. I remember Zeke punching the air, “Hell yeah! That’s what I want to see!” and telling us we didn’t have to clean up the equipment because we had won. We went home on a high, so incredibly proud to be on that team.
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.
“Heyboer, you’re at first. Head on out there.” As my coach said that, my nerves started rushing up my back. I was at Bicentennial park with my dad and my softball team for our last softball game of the summer. I was so nervous. Tension grew and my heart was about to burst out of my chest.
I always consider myself to play Major League baseball; as I grew up; I realized that I would need a backup plan. By the seventh grade I noticed that I liked to do hands on activities and problem solve difficult tasks. I displayed all the interests of an electrical engineer. I believe that the interest really may have started at an even younger age. My father has been a maintenance technician for almost 25 years. In say that, I enjoyed watching my dad fix things which sparked my interest in fixing things, or at least look into the engineering field.
I love the smell of fresh cut grass on a beautiful baseball field. The look of it is amazing, but the smell brings back so many past memories. All through my life I've played baseball for travel teams and such. Playing on the best fields in the nation, and the fields always getting looked after. So whenever I step on a Baseball field now, I'm taken back to my times as a kid playing baseball with my friends over the summer going to all types of places.
I am a baseball player who loves to play baseball and very good at it,
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.
One year ago, a friend and I entered to a soccer team, but the team was not the best team. I decided to enter because I play very well with my friend, and we demonstrated it. When we entered the team we started to score many goals. We got to the final, and both my friend and I scored a goal, sadly, we lost. But thanks to us, the team got to the final, and the coach recognized it and he gave us the second place trophy, which was my first trophy.
Our team just started so the season today and we need to start with a bang so our starting line up is the best players on the team. “FWEEP!” we start with the ball and it goes to Donaldo who plays ith to me than I ply it to JJ and then it’s out of then I throw it in.
Growing up, I struggled with my height. It made me depressed, upset, and ashamed. One of the things I was most passionate about was baseball. As a baseball player, my height was one of the biggest factors that stopped me from being the player I could’ve become. I was never able to exert the power that the big players were able to due to the constitution of my body. At showcases, scouts would often take more interest in the taller players even if I showed more talent. In school, I was shorter than most boys, even girls, which added to my insecurities. When the teacher asked the class to line up from tallest to shortest, I always walked miserably to the back of the line hoping I was not the last person. To me, this was a typical. Being shorter