Recommended: Motivation in sports coaching
In the short fiction story “The Monkey Garden” by Sandra Cisneros, the author uses deep, rich figurative language to effect the exotic setting. “There were sunflowers, big as flowers on Mars and thick cockscombs bleeding the deep red fringe of theater curtain” (Cisneros 1). A simile is used to create a scene of being on another planet, a place where the monkeys once lived. The usage of descriptive words such as, “ bleeding the deep fringe” (1), and “ thick cockscomb” (1), to give the reader a sense of being in a jungle filled with tropical life and pleasure. The author uses words that are exotic in nature to emanate the jungle scenery.
We were warming up and the girl on third base threw it to me. I missed judged it and it hit my finger. I called timeout and coach came out there to see what was wrong. I told him what had happened and I told him i would be ok and kept playing.
I ran as hard as I could and got a double. The next batter struck out and ended the
I got everything, as quickly as possible, and headed out my house, heading straight to the airport. I remember my mom saying on the car ride to be careful out there, because large events can be dangerous. She also told me to be aware of my surroundings. This statement stayed in the back of my mind, but in reality, I was arriving to Boston, clueless to what the dangers could have been. I cleared my mind, ready to run a marathon, and have fun with the competition.
I ran as fast as I can to the outside I had blockers iI make a guy miss then all of a sudden I got hit in the back and I got pushed for the first down. The next play we scored and won the game.
so I hit it far to right-center. It hit the fence but it didn’t go over so I ran. When I got to first base I kept going and my coach said go all the way so I ran all the way around and they overthrew it and I was safe. I hit a walk off inside the park home-run we won 6-5 .
I kept going for the guy next to me performing to the best to his ability. Success was the result of all the hard relentless work done throughout June into August. I acknowledged that my team had a good group of seniors who were high character student-athletes I spent most of childhood with. Ultimately finishing with a record of 3 wins and 7 loses taught me many lessons on becoming a better person and
Going into this game, I knew we were going to lose. And I thought I was going to do what I did best, playing shortstop. But in the third inning, coach Jason changed my life! He put me in at the pitcher’s mound. Coming in the dugout from being at bat, I take the helmet off and toss it in the bag, just as coach Jason starts calling out positions.
I did not want to face my team due to pure embarrassment . I was a tidal pool of emotions shifting back and forth between fear, anger, disappointment, and shame. Worst of all was the dialogue in my own head. You let your entire team down. You 'll never be an outstanding runner.
Championship game day, the game started off good and we were really close, tied as a matter of fact until the bottom of the sixth it was the last inning we had to hold them to go to extra innings. One runner got walked the next got a hit so the first runner got to third then we got two outs. Then their best hitter comes up and it was a full count and he hits a single and they win. Now Briggs and I were very competitive, so we took it pretty hard.
One instance in particular stands out though. I had asked if I was going to catch that night and the coach, to my surprise, said yes! I was written in for the sixth inning, which was second to last because we only played seven, and boy was I excited! Well, the 6th inning rolled around, and the game wasn’t going exactly in our favor, but I was confident that we would win. I got up and stretched and was about to start gearing up when coach called me over.
I flew out of bed and put on my uniform. We were at the field around 8 a.m. the reason why we had to be there so early was because I had 3 games! We won both the first and second game. I didn’t get out once. It was time for the third game.
I started my journey to the plate. I looked at my first base coach Timmy for reassurance. He must have sensed my nervousness because he smiled and gave me a reassuring nod. I turned my gaze back to the batter's box and jogged the rest of the way. After what seemed like an eternity i finally reached
Then I ran out to the field and began pitching. It was the change of an inning. I went into the dugout, got my drink of my water and rested my arm for the next inning of pitching. First batter was up for our team, he got a hit. The second batter, strikes out.
I had been working hard and really felt like a part of the team. The first real challenge I faced was trying to live in the shadow of my older brothers. Who both had success in their running careers. It was the third race of the year and I was running in the varsity race against our conference rival. To me, this race was a chance to prove I was an important member of the team and could possibly lead the team as captain in the future.
