Spencer's Characters: A Narrative Fiction

The life of a young baseball player is a very enjoyable one. Baseball has always been my favorite sport, it requires the highest amount of concentration and mental strength. Physical strength is also required to be able to hit and throw the ball; these are all skills required that apparently my freshman year of highschool I did not posses. I had always believed that I had the necessary skills to play baseball and play it well. However, tryouts my freshman year proved me wrong.

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,

Shawn Spencer, the main character in the TV show Psych, is a hyper observant individual who pretends to be psychic for the Santa Barbara Police Department. He uses his episodic memory, extraversion, and self-regulation in order to solve crimes and be successful in his endeavors.

All game I was comfortable batting until that moment. Right foot in, left foot out, staring at the pitcher, my arms shaking, heart pumping I get ready to bat. First pitch comes, ball outside what a relief. Second pitch, fastball blown right by my waist, buffet strike; I just looked at it. Anxiously wanting to hit the ball, next pitch I swing it goes deep down the foul line. One and one is the count, next pitch I swing and miss, still anxious, and now upset at myself. The common two strike pitch is a curveball. With the knowledge of that, I swing at a curveball in the dirt: "striiiiike three!" the umpire sits me down. I was so upset at myself, but the following batter wins the game for us with a hit right up the right foul line to bring the runner from first to home.

My breakfast started to creep back up my throat as game time got closer and closer. I walked across the patch of grass behind home plate and was towered over by the 30 foot backstop with a huge net suspended from it. My bulging bag of equipment was beginning to make my shoulder hang. I walked down the steps into the cement dugout and placed my bag under the bench that spanned the entire length of the dugout. I sat down, laced up my cleats, and put my warm-up jacket on in preparation for batting practice. I stepped onto the grass surrounding the dugout to get the feeling of how wet the grass was. I dug my cleats into the grass and began my usual routine of taking certain practice swings as I gazed upon the press box in the wake of the backstop. Preceding the burn in my forearms, caused from the practice swings, I marched behind the dugout to the rows of batting cages to wait my turn in line. Pacing back and forth I knew I had to keep my nervousness to a minimum. I popped in a wad of Big League Chew and continued to

(swing bat) Well, there's my 60 th home run. I am babe Ruth, if you didn't already know. And I want to talk about my life. I was born February 6, 1895 and I was one of 8 children in my family. With my parents working long hours I was a troublemaker, since there no one was to watch me. At age 7 my parents sent me to St. Mary’s Industrial School for Boys. I skipped school a lot and caused a lot of fights around my neighborhood. That's when my parents realized I needed a more strict environment. At school I started to fall in love with baseball. At age 19, my mentor Brother Matthias invited Jack Dunn, the owner of the Baltimore Orioles, to watch me play baseball. Jack Dunn was so impressed that

I am a baseball player who loves to play baseball and very good at it,

I click my cleats with my bat and dig a hole in the batter's box and stair at the pitcher. The pitch comes in slow almost in slow motion. I swing as hard as can. I hear the crack of the bat and I see the ball fly over the fence. I can't believe it. I never thought in a million years I would ever hit a homerun. I hear my teammates screaming. I round first, I'm almost at second when the shock wears off and I realize that I just won the game. A huge smile crosses my face as I round third and head for home. I get closer and closer to home. I stomp on home. Then before I know it the lights go out.

- Spelke’s position focuses more on the nature side of the debate as she describes her core knowledge theory. What this theory suggests is that humans are born with innate knowledge that can be divided into four systems involving objects, people, numbers, and space. In other words, Spelke believes that humans are born with certain knowledge in each of these systems, which then provide a basis for learning from new experiences. In her article, she further defends her theory by justifying that it is universal. For instance, she explains that core knowledge is can be found in other animals, as well as in people from other cultures like the Piraha.

It is often said that the people one surrounds themselves with can reflect things about themselves, such as their beliefs and ideals. One’s friends and acquaintances can reveal subconscious attractions to people that fulfill their ideals or agree with the things they say, but these relationships can also help one discover their personal philosophies by reinforcing opposing views. Indeed, in J.D. Salinger’s novel, The Catcher in the Rye, the way Holden reacts to and interacts with secondary characters reveal his established philosophies and the values he holds most dear to him.

​I’ve been playing baseball since I let out my first cries. For me baseball is a battleground. The side that is better prepared and executes well is the one who usually wins. Just like how you don’t go out to war without any training, the same goes for baseball you don’t go and just play baseball. Practice in general is important for anything that you do; it allows you to experience a situation during a time where it’s not important. I can’t recall a time where I didn’t practice and performed during a game. Baseball has taught me that if I want to succeed you have to prepare yourself. It doesn’t just happen. In terms of school, imagine going to take an exam without sort of studying you won’t do so well. Apart from practice, which prepares you physically, if you’re not mentally right, you won’t do so well.

Baseball to the vast majority sounds like that one Sport where whatever you do is lounge around and hold up to hear the break of the bat. That’s not what the sport of baseball genuinely is. But to me, this sport has transmuted the way I see life all in all. Each and every athlete on the team has been illuminated to have extraordinary dedicated demeanor, regardless if it's in a training room or pregame warmups. Mentors have disposed initiative chances to teammates year after year and this this season it's my turn in light of my strong efforts and sturdy and my competency to be on the team. I did not turn into the individual that I am by lounging around. If it wasnt for baseball,

¨ Baseball is 90% mental while the other half is Physical.¨- Yogi berra. Baseball is my favorite and number one sport. I have played baseball my whole life and know how important my position is. I played for mountain range summer ball and a league called Thornton baseball association. We call it TBA for short but TBA compared to mountain range is more complicated than TBA. Ever since I took that leap from TBA to Mountain Range was a big step it improved everything that I struggled with running the track now is way easier.

I was just admiring the roses surrounding the lion statue when Mills rung the doorbell. Only a few seconds later the door opened wide and a tall woman with pink glasses stepped into the doorframe. She was very slender and her hair was tied up in a strict bun. Although her features made her look extremely strict, her voice was kind and warm when she spoke. "Ah, you must be the Firestone's."

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