Born and raised in Philadelphia I had that competitive city kid attitude. I was different though which made me more competitive from the rest. If it was as simply as someone walking next to me on the sidewalk towards the street I would still wanna beat them there. I never lost that instinct and I am proud of it. Being the best at anything and everything is my goal. I've been playing baseball since I was four and I don't take the sport lightly. I've led many teams to championships, winning awards also to go along with it. My teammates and I both look at me as the captain of the team. If we lose I look at myself and what I could have done better to help the team. Baseball is my life and my passion and I want to play the sport as long …show more content…
This drought lasted a few years. After winning back to back to back championships in Philadelphia I never won in Florida. I did everything I could putting my health and well-being on the line to help my team but it wasn't enough. High school time was coming up and I couldn't be more excited to play baseball at this level. After all I always wanted to be a professional ball player so I knew this was the beginning. High school baseball was the real deal to me! Everyday after school I would have practice for 3 hours, I would come home exhausted! I felt like all of this work was for nothing. Game after game of being benched and not able to show off my talent was getting to my head. My whole life of being the all star slowly vanished away. I felt like I didn't stand out anymore. Every time I got an opportunity to play I would seize the occasion and show out. For some reason this wasn't enough to show the coaches how good I am. I was tired of putting in so much work to be benched behind the coaches “favorites”. So after three years of barely playing I felt like I need a change in environment. Moving back to Philadelphia wasn't a dream anymore it was a
Baseball is my favorite sport and I had a lot of memories. I have been playing baseball for 5 years. 3 years ago I was on the Serra Minor Giants and we were playing a game against the Minor Pirates. We were losing 8 - 5 and the bases were loaded. One of my teammates was batting, he stepped into the batter 's box about to take a swing.
I thought as I turned to catch the breeze on my face. “Play ball” shouted the Umpire, as I got into a comfortable stance to watch another boring inning of “infield baseball”. Our pitcher and infield were good, too good, and thus as an outfielder I never got any action. The thing was, our team was the best in the league that year, and that was because our coach
Baseball is a game I have been playing since the age of eight. Since then, I have been a phenomenal hitter. I was a right-handed hitter when I started playing baseball, and I was the best hitter in my age group. I always hit home runs when it was my turn to bat. The coaches who picked the teams argued about who would get the first pick because they all wanted to pick me first.
I have always found a solution to overcome these obstacles. Baseball is a mental game and if you can’t motivate yourself then you are going to fail. For me, when I start to have
For as long as I can remember, my one dream has been to play major league baseball. Even though I know how much work it takes to make this happen, I wouldn’t regret it for a second. I have been playing baseball for as long as I have been able to hold a ball, but I know this dream isn’t going to be just handed to me. I know that I am going to have to continue working hard everyday but I am looking forward to it.
At the beginning of my baseball career, I would hit in the backyard with my Father just trying to make a solid connection with the ball. Once I had got on my first recreational baseball team at 8 years old I was able to hit pretty well. I was a good player until I got on my first travel baseball team, I struck out almost every time I was at the plate! I am convinced would have gotten kicked off the team the next year if dad wasn’t one of the coach’s.
I have dreamed the same dream for as long as I can remember. I can picture it, clear as day. I am at the ballpark, standing in the owner's box in late October. I am, like the other team executives around me, on my feet with bated breath. We watch as the team we spent years building records the final out to clinch a World Series Championship.
Sadly, my enjoyment of baseball was short-lived. As I transitioned into middle school, the sport became more competitive than enjoyable. Rather than hearing cheers and
When I was growing up, I wanted to do whatever I could do to be the best. Whether it took me hours or days to practice, I practiced until I was the best. If someone was to do something better than me, I would go home and become an expert at it so I could beat them the next day. Never knew why I acted like this, maybe it was because my dad was into sports, or maybe because I had a little brother that was also talented.
They could see how miserable I was and for being the kind of crazy parents they were, they heavily considered letting me. But I stuck it out for the rest of the season, sitting away from the girls on the benches and during breaks in-between games because I had officially given up. I didn’t have to convince my parents to not make me try out for the Dew the next season. They had seen that coming a mile away and my dad looked up different teams in the Northwest Indiana area without me having to say a word to him about it.
I love baseball. One of the best things I have done is I saw my favorite team, the Cardinals, play against the Reds at the Great American Ballpark in Cincinnati. It was the first game I ever went to and I can remember it like it was yesterday. We had front row seats right above the Cardinals dugout. It was amazing to see all of my favorite players right in front of my face.
Overall from this experience I did learn something and take something from this experience. It showed me how much love I have for the game of baseball and how much I cherish it. The pain of sitting out all those games made me realize that. I don 't need to be doing all these extra little things like basketball camps or whatever. Possibly risking injury and having to recover and miss time from the sport I 've played my
In time my teammates and the support of my friends and family made me aware of just how much I could accomplish when I set my mind to it. As with a better sense of my surroundings, that came with the game of baseball. Overall, baseball taught me important skills that will last a lifetime. (From pitching on this team came an increase in maturity, confidence in my abilities, and a better sense of my surroundings, as I learned how to control the game of baseball. Through baseball I became more social, became confident in my abilities, and developed leadership skills that will last a
People think sports are just sports, but in reality to athletes it’s an escape from life, it’s our second family, and most important we feel like we belong there. Sports make you feel like your apart of something bigger than a team. Softball has been my second family and I have made so many amazing friendships that might last for the rest of life and even if they don’t, I will never forget all my friends or the memories that I have playing ball with
Think Big Leagues When I play baseball with my friends I have lots of fun, but imagine what it would be like to play on a professional team. My parents dream for me is to be successful and happy, but I have had an interest in baseball since I was four years old. I remember waking up ready to go play a tournament in the fresh summer air. When I watch the games on T.V, Mike Trout always stood out to me.