Review Of ' The Future Sports Star '

In the 6th grade, the sports at the school increased to softball, baseball, track, volleyball, basketball and soccer. This what the time when us as students had to decide what we wanted to play. I debated doing track because everyone else was doing it, but I was not good at running. Because of this I decided that I would stick with softball. When the season came around I was shocked when my whole softball team of 7 years had quit on me. They had all left to join track. This was hard for me because the sign up for all sports were over and there was not enough for a team. Being shy, and not outgoing around the kids I went to school with I didn't know what I was going to do. I decided one day and asked my mom if I could join a kid-sports team from another

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.

Experts argue about whether or not we have control over our lives. They question if destiny is determined by fate or by choices we make in our life. Two authors both take their sides on this topic producing evidence to support their claim. David Epstein author of The Sports Gene and Malcolm Gladwell author of Outliers: Story of Success both make an argument on how much we control in our lives in which they take different sides. David Epstein wrote about a track and field athlete who had incredible jumping ability despite never practicing high jumping. Malcolm Gladwell talks about how violinists were never able to float through musical school without putting in the practice hours. They each support their side with

Greatness in sports is a status that only very few reach, however to be labeled the greatest athlete of all time is for that one soul individual who excels at all aspects of the game and exceeds every other player in that sport. In my exploratory essay I established what makes an athlete the greatest athlete of all time. In the following paragraph I am going to summarize what makes an athlete the greatest athlete of all time. For the sake of the argument to follow I am going to stick with just the NFL. When I look at the NFL one name comes to mind when thinking about the greatest NFL player of all time. His name is Tom Brady. Tom Brady is the greatest of all time.

Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said

It was not until the age of 10 where my career really started to kick in and I did not take baseball for granted. It was a sport that I always liked to play. I always played every summer in a youth baseball league. It was a recreational league, but it is where I made some of my best friends. This league made it feel like we had no responsibilities and the social environment was one that I will never forget because being able to talk to others that understand what you mean is nice to have. When first starting that league my dad started coaching me up until I was eleven. Then he started taking the game to heart. We were still too young to fully understand that and he made a few kids cry and so the league banned him from coaching. So, my next year my grandpa took my dad’s spot and coached the team. There was always one rivalry we had. It was a team with almost all the older and best players in the league. Every year they went undefeated, except one. It was the finals game and it was a double

The first pitch came in. ¨Ball outside,’’ the umpire said as I stepped out of the box to take a breather. The second pitch came in as a Strike as I tried to get a hack at it but it broke across the plate. I stepped out of the box to regain my composure. Bases loaded 1 out. The third pitch came in and was a fastball that was traveling across the plate at 72 miles per hour, but I got my bat on it at the right time and the ball was in the outfield in a matter of seconds. The ball rolled passed the outfielder as I ran the bases as fast as I could. The outfielder struggled to get the ball in and threw to the cutoff man. By the time he got it in I was already at third for a straight up triple to score three runs to tie it up . “ Timeout,” I called as I took off my helmet and got ready to pitch.Jose took my place to pinch run for me as I needed to start warming up to pitch.

Growing up, my dad made sure that my brothers were involved in sports. Because he thought that football was too rough for them at a young age he signed them up for baseball. From then on out, we became a baseball family. Everything we did, all of our family friends were because of the sport. Even though, I did not play the sport, I still loved the game. It was the beginning of my seventh grade year when my dad informed me that it was mandatory that I participate in an extracurricular activity and because my dad was the authoritarian saying “no” to him was not a question. It was then that I decided to join a softball team.

With four minutes left in the game, Jimmy passes to Frank and Frank drains a three. The next Bull’s possession Jimmy hits a floater. The lead is three points for the Heat. But just as things started to go well, Vick hits a step back three pointer. But Jimmy answers right back with a three of his own. The Heat call a timeout. After the break, Frank gets a steal but misses the lay-up! The game looks to be over with only fifteen seconds left. But Vick being Vick jacks a three with ten seconds left and misses! Jimmy grabs the board and outlets to Frank. Frank dribbles down the court and does a step-back three. As the whole crowd and people watch with awe, the ball floats up and makes a perfect “swoosh” sound! The ref blows the whistle and calls a foul! With this free throw, he could win the finals! He thought back to all the critics and people, and even himself who thought the Bulls couldn’t do it. He thought of all those times Vick had called him out and then he

It was a complete transition from inner city schools to the rural countryside, this school was a turning point on respective of my previous school's education, the school curriculum was alien to me as was agriculture, school sports, cross-country running, the teacher that taught Agriculture, also taught Physical Training. It's hard to explain, coming from the inner city, and all of a sudden you’re plowing your first furrow with a cultivator, this was a totally new concept for me, the school had a snack bar that opened twice a day, and all in all, school was not too bad after all.

At a young age my dad realized I loved to throw the ball not a baseball in general. I would always find thick sticks with a strong core and hit rocks till sunset after school. With that being said, I also had a friend that played T-ball at Boykin Park. My dad thought it was a great idea to let me tryout. Not exactly tryouts honestly just showing up would have got me on the team. The park looked like was like nothing I have seen before. My dad met the coaches, and soon began to practice my swing. I played three seasons of T-Ball, because I was new to baseball and had to get my mechanics up. I started T-Ball in 1999 and ended it in 2002.

We were in the car on our way to the Baseball game. It was pretty hot outside, 90 degrees or so. We were going 60 miles an hour down I-55. Dad and I hadn’t really talked until Litchfield, but when traffic completely stopped, we had nothing to do but talk. “So what did you do this week?”Dad asked. Of course it was the summer, so I hadn’t done anything in the past week, so I just

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.

From the time I was able to walk I wanted to be a professional baseball player. I always fantasized it being game seven of the world series, with my team down three runs, the bases loaded with two outs, and I was up to bat. Of course every single time I fantasized about this, which was a lot I might add, I knocked a 400 foot home run in the left field bleachers to win the world series. I played in numerous amounts of wiffle ball games with my brother, sister, and my dad in backyard even when I was only two years old and would run the bases backwards. By the way, my family is super competitive, so there were some intense games in my backyard. Baseball has been my love since day one. The word “ball” was even my first word. I have played in probably a billion baseball games in my life and I have not regretted one second of it. I have had an amazing career playing and I am truly blessed for the ability I have been given, but I know I will never actually be able to