Personal Narrative: Playing Baseball With The Tennis Ball

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.

Through my entire life I had been playing baseball. Baseball was the one thing that consumed my life. It was a job to me, not a passion. That was the first problem that resulted in a complete 360 in my life. When I started to play baseball, it was in a way satisfying and fun. It was something every little kid did over the weekend, as the family watched them sit on the ground pick flowers and play with the dust. Something so simple that made me feel so, existential. It gave me so much, it was great. As I began to realise the potential life this game could give me at around age 9, I began to become serious about baseball. I quickly began to feel like a superstar at the local Little League. “This is great!” I thought. Running circles around everyone, people would come to the field to see MaHall’s team play. As the years grew on, leading my teams to championship games years in a row, it would come crashing down. When I was 11, I was on the Dodgers, we were the best team in the league, and we knew it. Let’s go back in time for a bit. It’s the last inning and we are down by just one. Here I go up to bat with a man on first base. As I walk up to the plate I could hear the catcher say, “oh no.” He knew who I was, as everyone did. “I’ve hit many walk offs and clutch hits before, how was this different?” I remember thinking. Well past Jonnie, here’s how it’s different, it’s the championship game,

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.

Maria was already across home plate when the Robin’s shortstop racing for the ball picked it up bare hand and threw it so wildly across the diamond trying to get bobby at first.”

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.

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!

From the young age of five, through the eleven years full of learning curves and numerous injuries, I was shaped by my self motivation and peers. Softball was a profound component in my daily life. When I was younger I would have never thought softball would have such an incredible impact on my character. Today, my past experiences shape me into an individual who can be seen as not only a leader, but as someone who can work as a team to achieve goals and standards. I remember learning to pitch for the first time.

“I replied with Uncle Danny.” She said okay text me when it’s done. So we drove to the practice and started warming up throwing. After that we got in a huddle in I met the coach the we started practice. We were taking ground balls, pitching and batting practice. Once practice was over the coach said, I like the way you play but I wanna see you in the game. A couple days later I played in

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.

The physics about a baseball seemed like a very interesting topic to me because I have been playing baseball ever since I was about 4 years old. Since I played for a very long time and watched a decent amount of the game on the television I already had a general idea of the physics of a baseball. Although, I had a good idea of the physics behind the game of baseball I had never done an example using the the actual the equations. It was very cool to actually know the mathematics on how a pitcher threw a baseball. The mathematics on a curveball were a little harder for me because I wasn’t familiar with the equations I had to look up so I tried to find some way to solve the problem with the equations we had learned over the course of the semester.

Jake had made it, and was most likely going to get the steal sign. All of our team, The Complete Game Rangers, were on the fence pounding it relentlessly, and screaming random gibberish. We all calm down as our catcher Ry, whose hair is “lucky”, comes up. By now I am most likely going to hit this inning, Ry is doing his walkup to the plate and is ready. The pitcher attempts to throw really hard, and sails it over Ry’s head, meanwhile Jake steals second. On the very next pitch the

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.

Annie learned the sport of football from some boys in her neighborhood, and she grew to love it since the idea of making a new strategy every play to try and get past your opponent really appealed to her. Also she loved the game because in the sport you can not play afraid, or else you get hurt, but if you put in full effort and played wholeheartedly you will not get injured. Annie played football with the boys a lot, and they even invited her to play baseball with them too. She then talks about how on one weekday morning after Christmas, the boys and her were standing in someone's front yard waiting for cars to throw snowballs at. When a black buick drove by, everyone threw their snowballs at it, and one snowball hit the windshield and cracked

She was also wondering why she didn’t put it in her bag, and asked me if I could put the ball in the bag for her. Erica took out her orange synch bag and opened it for me to put the ball in. The volleyball was stuck a quarter of the way in the bag. I wasn’t thinking straight, therefore, I decided to smack the volleyball to make it go in further. Instead, the ball went rolling down