The tan sand around the bases with the growing green grass and old worn out cracked dugouts is where I would have been. The Albany baseball diamond was where me and my friends hung out. We would hit old worn out baseballs with the leather coming off of them and run around the aged bases and sleep on the old rickety metal things they called bleachers. The school right beside it also had a playground which we may or may not have supposed to be on. Dairy Dream was just across the street with the delicious smell of hot chocolate fudge and the nose tingling scent of vanilla ice cream that filled the air.
I waited by the dance room door for what felt like hours, waiting to see if I made the varsity cheer team. The feeling of both nervousness and excitement overcame me as the coach walked over to the door to post the numbers of the few who made it. The past nine years of my life I played softball year round when I decided to trade in my bat and helmet for a set of pom-poms and a bow. Making the switch from softball to cheer was a big change, I had neither the skill nor physical capability to do what the sport of cheer incorporated.
One day I woke up and got ready for school then I remembered it was the baseball tournament. So I grabbed my bat and glove and went to school. At the end of the day,it was hufflepuff vs gryffindor it was a good game 11 to 2 that was the semi finals we played hard they did to ,did we played harder the finals were in two weeks but we had sweet victory tell the finals.
The game of softball is a lot like life. The amount of work you put into practice determines the outcome of the games you play. No team can win a tournament without first putting forth hours of practice. You win some and you lose some, but, playing softball has taught me to never stop trying to do better for myself. One thing
At ten years old I really doubted if I wanted to play baseball after that season. We were the worst team in the league. In our first and only playoff game we lost. During that game I felt like my coach was dumber than a bag of rocks, he didn't even know the difference between the shortstop position and the second base position. He didn't know how to run the scorebook and he has not played a game of baseball his whole life.
I would like to get better at baseball because that's what i like to do is play baseball. The thing about baseball is that it's a fun sport to play. I played since i was 6. To get better i must get better at throwing, bating, Etc,... Also i have to amplify my skills.
The Generous Game of Baseball “The difference between winning and losing is most often not quitting.” - Walt Disney People say everyone 's a winner. I really didn’t believe that when I was little. So when I was still playing tee-ball (baseball that little kids play with a tee) and I was in the championship game, I was going for blood. It was late 2008 and I was playing for the GBSF (Green Baseball Softball Federation) team named “The Aeros.”
For fifteen years, baseball was my life; I have countless favorite memories and am grateful for the lessons and values learned during my baseball journey. After a year of playing in college while battling an injury, I decided to alter my goals; ultimately, I chose to leave baseball behind. Finishing out the school year left me feeling anxious pertaining to what I might expect in the future, but deep down I knew I made the right choice of transferring to the University of Illinois. Brand-new friends introduced me to opportunities I might have previously passed on, and as a result, I found myself wanting a connection to the community. Being a student teacher in our Child Development Lab, joining student organizations, and volunteering at our
I had come up against something that I wasn’t good at, and it angered me. Everyday after practice for the next week or two was no different. I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t getting better and what the point of all this suffering was. One night after an especially hard workout I had a talk with my dad, who was an exceptional baseball player in his day. I asked him what I need to do to get better.
It was a bright, boiling summer morning when I picked up my first softball. The atmosphere was still consumed by the enthusiasm of small children as they prepared for their lengthy summer. I thought nothing of the day- it was merely another summer day filled with melting temperatures and boisterous children. Sports were nothing new to me at that moment, for I had heard the numerous tales of how my father had succeeded as a baseball pitcher and endured many hardships in the process. At the time, softball was simply another time-consuming activity to decrease my infinite amount of energy.
In high school, I played baseball and I have always been known in West Warwick so playing baseball as easy for me, but this year it changed because I started to play for the college baseball team and I became very busy. College baseball is nothing like High school because it is all different people from different states and towns and you have no clue who anyone is. This was a true struggle for me because usually I am friendly and know what I am doing but, this year I had no clue what was going on. Instead of having thirty kids try out like high school, there was around fifty adults trying out,
A few years ago, I met a stranger in a far away land named Leslie Squatpump. We first saw each other at a local paintballing park. He was always jealous of my skills, and every time we played against each other I always beat him. After one game he asked me if we wanted to be friends and if I ever wanted to hang out I could go to house. We hung out for a while and got to know each other.
The touch on the brim of the hat and a slide across the waist. The call for a bunt my dad had used every year when he coached me in baseball. This year was my first year of kid pitch during the fall ball season. My team was oakland athletics and we were playing the Kansas city royals. I would soon learn a life lesson that I still use till this day.
It was a nice sunny day in Palm Beach, Florida. I walked into the gym before school because i heard there was baseball sign ups, I wrote my name down, Mitch Aronza. I was really hoping i could make the team. The first tryout was tomorrow. The next day I got up got my backpack and my baseball bag, Then i headed for school.
My Experiences in Softball Crack! That was the sound echoing off my bat. Down the baseline I went running, turning first base looking to see where the ball was. Sliding into second base, I was safe. I stood up and heard the roar of the crowd.
