Personal Narrative: My Passion For Baseball

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

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.

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.

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.

One summer day, me and my sister penelope received a call from my aunt. The call was to ask if we would go to a baseball game. Well of course we agreed, why would we not go to what would be our first game. The date was set, it was a day before Independence day. I was very excited I counted down on my cute marble print planner with a big blue sticker phrased “ seize today”. Finally I’m going to do something for the summer!

Competing for the spot. This kid named mike plays center field for the rangers, his high school baseball team. He is the captain of his team and his teammates and coach expect a lot from him. Their first day of training there was a foreign exchange student that plays the same position as mike and his name is Oscar Ramirez. When he first got their no one thought that he was good and no one knew who he was so they all looked down on him. Once he started batting and got out in center field then they all realized that he wasn't a joke. Everyone thought that if you played any sports than you are a jock and this kid named Zack always made Mike mad. Zack was walking down the hall way and stopped in front of Mike and was annoying him and called him

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.

We had just started the last summer break before our first year of high school starts before Michael started interfering with our relationship. Bradley is a lover of baseball and has baseball games every weekend, but I, Kelsey had either basketball or volleyball practice or a game every day of the week day. Considering we were both busy at different times it made it hard for us to see each other. We tried to go to each other's games as much as possible, but one baseball game changed it all.

I still remember the day it all happened. It was my freshman year of high school and baseball was right around the corner. Playing varsity baseball as a freshman was almost impossible to do. As coach called me into his office, the anxiety set in. I knew the varsity team lacked a starting pitcher but i never would have thought i would have the opportunity to get pulled up to play that year.

“Hoh! Hah!” The umpire shouts after my third strike, hencing that the batter has struck out. I jog to the dugout, put on my helmet and batting gloves, and as I walk out to the on deck circle, my coach, Nick, said, “You had a good inning, but you’ve gotta back up home if there is a runner on third and a ball hit to the outfield. Luckily, we have Sousa at centerfield. Stay hot.” Coach Nick is a short, strong twenty-seven year old who played in the Minor Leagues until he got hurt. He is patient and forgiving, but he does not care about winning as much as he should. Sousa, our fastest player and our third hardest hitter, hits a line drive to left center field and gets to first base. His first name is Alex, but my team calls him “Sousa,”

My two closest friends in the baseball community have known about a struggle I've had for some time now. I've been wondering for sometime now, what would life be like without baseball. So, baseball and I are ending our 25 year relationship so I can spend more time with my daughter and traveling a lot more. I was blessed to coach Chris Tomkins, Mitchell David Crimmins, Brady Breitbach, John Thill, Jeremy Vaassen, Brett Bortscheller, Dan Millius, and Nickolas Kutsch for their entire high school career and wanted to go along an incredible ride with them. When they were sophomores we set a goal to make it to the state tournament when they played varsity. Not only did we make it to state, but we started off the season 19-0, ranked number 1 the

My profession as a baseball player has been all about development since I was a little kid. After reading the article and chapters from the book I can see where Strengths Based Leadership has been used on me to promote growth at certain times in my career.

Baseball is my passion,baseball is life. I can't life without baseball. I absolutely love playing baseball.Everyday I practice with my dad he teaches me everything that I need to know about baseball. I started baseball when I was in 4 years old. First I wasn't good at it, I wanted to give up. But my dad told me to never give up in your life or you won't be a successful person you are going to give up if you don't try. I never gave up once again. I started baseball again. Days, months, years past I was getting better and better by practicing with my dad . I was filling I was a good baseball player. I felt I was a champion.

Under the lights, the dirt in my cleats, on my pants and in my glove. Feeling nervous in the box of my first at bat of the game, are the feelings that I long for. Since I was ten the bruises, scars and the raspberries on my legs gave me character. They gave me stories to tell, like how I dove for a ball made a fantastic play and got the girl out at first or how I slid in at home to score the winning run of the game. Softball is my passion, my main talent my pride and joy. Softball is my happiness, I am at peace when I am on the field.

When I was younger I was brought up watching the Green Bay Packers and the Milwaukee Brewers. My father would watch with much enthusiasm, yelling and complaining about a lack of effort that caused an error on the baseball diamond. Football was always fun to watch and act out. I would run around outside dipping and dodging my brothers just like the football players on TV. However baseball was where my natural talent and passion fell. I grew intensely intrigued with the game. While most kids my age 7 or 8 were all in their room trying to be the best runescape player I would spend hours on end playing outside playing in the dirt with a ball and a bat. My house had an oversized back yard, with a big red shed. That big red shed was the backstop of my diamond I didn't use bases. I used whatever was lying around, gloves, garbage bags, or my shoes, usually the shirt I was wearing that day would on up being first base. Most days I would play in my bare feet. There was something about the sharp grass and sand grinding in between my toes that would make me want to play even harder and run even faster. That back yard was where I lived, I thrived there, just like in the movie “The Sandlot”. The difference was that I played with one player instead of 9. My favorite part of the sport was probably the baseball itself, a perfect sphere with bright red threads that controlled where it was going to go. My typical summer day would consist of waking up and running outside, and