Baseball team

their freshman year of football I awkwardly stumbled along, following them as the field grew closer. I was scared, no; I was absolutely petrified. Never before had I played a real sport. Sure I played a few seasons on the city’s little league baseball team, but in my young mind, that was surely nothing compared to this. Tackle football: I had seen a few minutes of it when my dad and his friends watched, or when my friends played Madden 05’. Although actually playing was another story altogether;

Not sure about title yet Making a baseball team had always been not too hard for me. The skill is there, and so is the love of the game. But then I had make a choice harder than ever that would change the way I make decisions forever. “You’re going to do fine” my mom said confidently, as we drove to the first of two tryouts for a baseball team. My previous team had split up so my friends and I had to find a new one. Lots of them were planning on going to this one too. I knew this first one would

student-athletes from all around Oklahoma, the United States, and the globe come to Bison Hill to compete on one of those twenty-one teams. As a member of the Bison baseball team, I’ve been very blessed to meet and play with a diverse group of guys. Over the first couple of months that I’ve been at OBU, however, I’ve noticed a barrier that student-athletes place between their team and other students. Generally, most student-athletes solely hang out with their teammates of the sport they play. Now it’s important

off the travel baseball team? “How could this be” I asked my dad, he replied “I don’t know Josh you didn’t put that much effort into your last game and you don’t try in practice”. The travel baseball team is the most prestigious youth baseball team when I found out I had been dropped I was heartbroken I wanted to crawl into a hole and cry. My dad tried to talk me into trying to try out for different team I just turned around and didn’t say a word. I ran outside, grabbed my baseball glove and threw

The varsity baseball team had just finished a long day of practicing base running, hitting and fielding. It was very hot out and the sun was making us even more tired. Sweat soaked my shirt and dripped off the brim of my hat. I had been up since 6:30, spent all day at school, and practiced baseball for 2 hours. I was so exhausted that I just wanted to go home, take a shower and go to bed. Then my coach called me over and said “Hey Kevin can you help me with the field?”, The last thing I wanted to

or push yourself to do something like at a baseball game when you are losing and you don't think you will win. Summer has just started and it was hot and dry and the sun was shining when my teammates came over because I was taking them to our baseball game. *On our way there everyone was nervous for the game, because we were going against the best team in the league. When we arrived we started warming up and throwing the ball around, when the other team showed up they were all big and tall and ready

In a particularly small small town in Kansas you could hear the crack of a baseball bat connecting with the ball, if you followed the sound you would find a small worn baseball field that has been used for ages being used by 13 boys and girls. The team didn’t have any leagues to play in or any other teams for the next 100 miles so every day they met and one player batted while the rest fielded. They called themselves the “Loners” because their families were the only ones in town. But one day two

The YMCA Baseball Team, directed by Hyun-Seok Kim, is a South Korean film that portrays the history of baseball in Korea. The film engages with the topic of domination and defiance in twentieth century Korea through delineating the true purpose of establishing the YMCA Baseball team. The purpose of the YMCA Baseball team is to promote and disseminate Korean nationalism among Koreans who are suffering from Japanese colonial occupation by uniting them together regardless of their social standing and

Every year I play for a baseball team but for some reason this season was more special than all the other years that I have played. My team was full of all different kinds of people like kids who took the game to serious, kids who were really funny, kids who were really shy, and many other people, also there was my coach, he was a good guy but he really serious about the game and if you did something bad he would get really heated. My team was really good that we made the state tournament with other

onto a baseball field, the smell of freshly cut grass, dirt, leather, and sweat swirl together to form a glorious smell, equivalent to the smell of freshly baked cookies to those who love the game as much as I do. “Here we go kiiiiiiid!” a faint voice exclaimed from the home dugout as our pitcher was struggling to get out of a jam. Our bench was known for being the rowdiest and most obnoxious in the conference. We chirped at pitchers, batters, fielders, coaches, anyone from the other team, trying