In 2011, I was part of a baseball team that was put together from scratch. We had to quickly prepare for the 13 year old Babe Ruth World Series that we were hosting in Clifton Park that August. At the time, I knew very few kids on the team but what I did know was that the third baseman was first-cousins with the head coach. He also knew and proved that he was the best player on the team. For privacy and consent discrepancies I will call him Mark.
Right before I went out onto the field to play catch with two kids my dad nodded, "Good luck!" After we had warmed up the coaches had us catch pop ups. They hit the pop ups with a tennis racket. Next they had a hit. If we were not hitting we were in the field catching the balls that the other kids hit.
So after my first year of baseball I wanted to play baseball again. So we signed up for the Outlaws. I knew a couple kids but not many. So on my first game of the year I was very excited. When we got to the field the wind was blowing dirt into my eyes.
I turned on my TV to find a classic Angels baseball game on. The first event that was shown was Pete Rose up to bat. I closed my eyes and then opened them to the ball gliding out of the pitcher's hand like a stealth bomber. Pete crushed the ball and the crowd screamed. I whispered to myself, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine."
My mom loved softball,she had to switch schools because her school didn 't have softball,she went to parkway and switched to vantage. When my mom was high school ball she was always the pitcher and a girl went to slide into home plate my mom had the ball in her glove and the girl slide right into her hand,and my moms had swelled up but my mom still pitched. Let 's say by the end of the night her hand was the size of the softball. A few years later about her Junior year my mom met my dad Terry Leugers.
Our team was hitting, we were up 5-1 and there were two outs. I looked at the line up and saw I wouldn’t be hitting after a while because I just hit. I went to the bench and took a sip of my water and put my hat and glove on. At the same time the kid up to bat got out. It was three outs I grabbed a ball and ran out to center-field and started playing catch with the right-field.
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,
I have now played baseball up to my twelfth grade year in high school and all four years of my high school career I have started for the varsity team. Baseball is my passion. Baseball is the fuel to my fire. It has taught me countless things including determination, respect, and teamwork. These skills I have learned won’t just benefit me on the baseball diamond, but it will help me through every aspect of life.
This made me want to play softball, so I could be just like them. I wanted to play third base and pitcher because my mom played third base and my dad was the pitcher on their team. Once I started playing in a summer league I mainly played third base and sometimes shortstop, but I still really wanted to pitch. I was playing fast pitch, so it was a different style of a pitch than my dad did on his team. After about a year my pitching dreams came true and pitched a couple of innings in a game.
One night when I was around four years old, my father requested to know what sports I wanted to play. My father was genuinely athletic. I told him that I wanted to play baseball and ice hockey. At the time I was short, but fast. I was enthusiastic to play both of the sports, although the fact that I was fast made me more excited to play baseball because I could run the bases quickly.
Coming through the door my older brother at the time 8 had a flyer for a lacrosse clinic that started my family's love of lacrosse and my general love of sports. At that age, my sister and I basically just did whatever my brother did. So when he started playing lacrosse we wanted to. And the same when he started playing basketball. I've played most of the popular sports baseball, basketball, football, and soccer.
I told my mom, “ I’m horrible at this game, I get so close everytime and I just can’t hit a ball over the fence.” She replied with the, Field of Dreams, quote “Build it and they will come.” What she was meaning by that was keep working and doing what I’m doing right now
Historically, cats have always been afraid of dogs. Even if the dog chases and captures the cat, the cat is not killed. This is why I feel dogs chase cats for the thrill of the hunt. But I am not focusing on the idea of cats standing up for themselves, I am focusing on the metaphor it stands for. Yes, I believe cats shouldn’t be afraid of dogs because it’s the normal thing to do, but the real meaning behind this is that people shouldn’t look at their opponent as an immortal god, incapable of being defeated, they should look at the weaknesses and the way to bring them down.
It’s One or The Other When I was 4, I started to play soccer. I was very young to start, but that didn’t faze me. I’d go around kicking and screaming with joy. After a while of playing that sport, I became interested in playing softball because I would watch my big brother play; I have always looked up to him.
and I started to play lacrosse together. I remember at one point I got hurt and my brother had my back and ended up (intentionally roughly bumping) checking the other kid. Family members make faithful
