Personal Narrative: Scotty Stanton

Imagine standing on a softball field expected to perform at the age of 5. Even though the butterflies in my stomach were starting a war, nothing was going to stop me from stepping on that field to play my first tee ball game as a Little Tiger. Fans cheered, but what I noticed most was a little boy in the outfield picking his nose. Standing in the box, I was terrified; the field looked huge. I had never seen anything like this before, but I knew that the little boy was the person I needed to hit the ball to, so I hit the ball as hard as I could. The ball went soaring through the air like a bird on fire. Dropping from the air, it rolled to the fence. At that time, I knew I had fallen in love with the game of softball. I was smiling from ear to ear, I couldn’t believe I had hit the ball that far! Both sides screamed, yelled, and shouted with excitement. Was all this commotion for me? I rounded first, but I couldn’t go to second because my teammate, Kylie Leach, didn’t run. I didn’t know what she was doing. Sadly, the batter after me hit a ground ball to the pitcher, and the other team threw him out at first.

The game of baseball evolved immensely during the 1900’s. There were new rules and rule changes, new teams in new states, and then there was Jackie Robinson. Jackie Robinson was a true legend from the day he was born in 1919. Baseball had it all in the first half of the 1900’s, fans filled the stadiums day after day, even during the war times. There was a big-name player on almost every team, children and adults admired these professional baseball players. The only thing professional baseball didn’t have during these times were African American players. Learning about the hardships that he had to overcome as a young boy, and the accomplishments he made from his college days at UCLA, to becoming the first African American professional baseball player, Jackie made it known that he was an American hero.

This passage is important because Michael is ineligible to play because he doesn’t have a birth certificate so he coaches 3rd base. That reflects the theme because he finds a way to stick with baseball, even though he is not allowed to play. It might not seem like it, but this play won the game. The bottom of the lineup was up and everyone thought they would lose the game. The head coach told Bobby to just hit, but Michael gave him a different sign, he told him to bunt down the third base line. Everybody thought the game was over and the chances of going to Williamsport ( Little League World Series) was over. Bobby missed the first two times. Cory Allen, the pitcher thought he couldn’t touch the ball so he lobbed it in as soft as he could. Now instead of bunting Bobby was swinging as hard as he could. The ball didn’t even get past the infield, but he still had a chance. Bobby was running faster than he ever has when the shortstop threw the ball it was wild and it went over the first basebmen, which ment Bobby was

Clouds mugged the sun of light as the day progressed. Dusk filled the air on the baseball diamond where I would leave my legacy. Forth, was the championship game to be played, and the pressure of the starting pitcher, was not fazing me. In the zone, we said the Little League pledge. Jolts of excitement filled my muscles as I recited the piece that I know all too well. Warming up, I was controlled, and was ready to bring it. The game began with a bang. Strikeout after strikeout I fired, giving my all every single pitch. ‘BOOM’ went the glove after every pitch, whizzed right by the petrified batter. However, this was not much different for our team. Just two hits filled the board, I and my teammate Ian Keth. Scoring off of this was efficient,

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.

He was bombarded with death threats for who he was. He was punched so hard he was left with a bloody seven inch gash on the side of his face. Even his teammates did not want to be associated with him anymore. Through this unbearable torture, he still did not shed a single tear. This story belongs to Jackie Robinson, a home run hero.Jackie Robinson, number forty-two, is looked back on as a hero that was an immense part of baseball;Robinson was known for the incredible heroism he showed in baseball and in his community through his fifty-three years of life. Using information from, “What is Heroism,” and, “How Jackie Robinson Changed Baseball,” The reader learns that Jackie Robinson’s heroism is shown from his fight against the social norms of an era filled with discrimination, his courage when people tried to hurt him spiritually and physically, and his personal and his professional sacrifices to be part of baseball.

Throughout Marcenia's childhood, she had always loved baseball more than any other activity (Hubbard 1, 2, 6). Every day at recess she would go over to the baseball field and insist on playing with the boys. One day after school, she got a life changing opportunity to learn how to becoming a real baseball player. This happened when Mr. Gabby Street, a manager for the Saint Louis Cardinals, hosted a free boys’ baseball camp. After tireless hours of practice, Marcenia finally succeeded in her quest to prove to Mr. Street how he should let her participate in his camp. Although she more than displayed her superior abilities, Marcenia’s father still did not approve of her being different than

Chris Givens was a middle school boy and he loved to play baseball. Chris lived and breathed baseball. He would watch every game he could. Also, the only sport he played was baseball so he was the best at it. However, there was one problem for Chris. He was not one the most popular kids. Only the most popular kids were picked onto the school's baseball team. Chris had tried to act cool and even hang out with cool kids, but it never worked out. Even though Chris was not like everyone on the baseball team he is determined to be the first kid to make the baseball who wasn’t popular.

John Smoltz, a Cy Young Award winner and World Series title holder writes the book starting and closing describing the struggles, “career ending” injuries and hard work that it took over his 14 years in the Major leagues to earn the title of being one of the greatest pitchers to ever step foot on the mound. At 7 years old Smoltz decided that he was going to play baseball in the Major leagues for the Detroit Tigers. In 1985 Smoltz was drafted by his dream team only to be traded to the Atlanta Braves in 1987. In Chapter One Smoltz talks about the kind of person he is and what he had to do to further his career as a major league baseball player after many injuries that should have destroyed his career. The reader of Starting and

The most recent edition to the Brooklyn Dodgers, a young farm boy from Connecticut named Roy Tucker (The Kid), becomes a phenom in the League with his brilliant pitching. But a freak accident ends his pitching career, forcing Tucker to find a new place on the team. John Tunis’s work resembles the story of current Major League outfielder Rick Ankiel. Ankiel is a star pitcher-turned outfielder, same as The Kid was. Although Ankiel’s heart-warming comeback story took many years longer, the similarities are still there. Both had to face the hard fact that they just were not going to pitch in the Majors ever again. Ankiel and Roy Tucker also had to have incredible perseverance and self-confidence to reach the Majors again, as outfielders. Tunis

Then Casey went back and made one scornful look and the audience was quiet again. Then his face grew cold and his so called “muscles” were straining. The whole population of the stadium knew that Casey would not let that ball pass by again. Casey was no longer sneering, he had his teeth clenched in absolute hate. He wanted the pitcher dead, or for him to get a home run and save his team. He signaled one last time to the pitcher and the pitcher threw the ball. The air was still until he hit the air was shattered by his blow. Casey had missed the

It was tied three to three in the series. The Toronto Blue Jays vs. LA Dodgers. Star Jackson a center fielder, that is 6’2 and weighs 190 pounds, is the best player on the team. It was three days before game seven and Star is very nervous about the game. His mom and dad calm him down on the phone and say “It is just a game sweetie, whatever happens happens.”

Kenneth Edward Stanton. Single handedly the most important man in my life, and also my step-father. Not many men would take in someone else’s children and raise them like his own. He has influenced me infinitely and I don’t think he even realizes it. He has shaped me into the man I am today. He showed me that not all men are the same, and I have the chance to make my own path; be my own man. I am beyond blessed to have such an amazing man in my life, and I thank God for his very being. My mother was a single mom with four children working hard and doing her best to provide for us. That’s when Kenneth was sent into our lives.

Strike one!! The bottom of the 9th down by 3, bases are loaded. And Matt Smith is up to bat. Strike two! The Red Rosters need this win to get to the playoffs. CRACK!! A drive up the middle. You could hear it all around the park. It's a homerun! After the game in Tennessee. The whole team partied like no tomorrow. All of a sudden there was a loud ringing noise. It was like a bell. It was the phone. It was the general manager of the Miami Marlins. Matt's heart was racing the Indy 500 in his chest. You could hear good news in that man's voice. He said, “How would you like to be a catcher for the Miami Marlins?” Matt's heart was beating even faster as if it was going to explode into a million pieces. Matt's said anxiously “Yes!” “Great. You will fly to Miami at dusk.” Said the Manager. But wait will I be playing a lot as a Marlin? Said Matt. The manager said it's hard to say.

I was getting very nervous, because all three of us were hitless today. Okay, we need base runners, and we need them now. Don’t try to do too much, just get a hit. I thought. The first pitch was a fastball right down the middle of the plate, a perfect pitch to hit. My eyes got big, and my mind said swing, but before I could react, the ball was past me.