Lakota Hodges p.1 lacrosse game v.s mt si It was a beautiful morning the sun was shining bees a buzzing you can see clearly mt si as we stand on a terrible grass field filled with potholes and mole mounds i as i consider in my head why aren't we on their elevated grass field but that thought is quickly shooed away as john a fellow teammate hurdles a ball toward me as i catch it he trips on a pothole i say to him "today is going to be a good day" as that event comes to a close luckily the opposing team had just arrived and thankfully didn't see that as i suit up to play goalie in a muddy goal with moose poop nearby and goose poop
The truck driver got out the truck asking me if I was ok but I ran down the sidewalk to my house to tell my mom.
It was a cool fall night, and Joey was up at the pitcher’s mound, ready to face the most challenging team in the league, the Tigers. “Ok,” Joey thought,” I can do this.” Joey’s hands were shaking and his knees were weak. Joey got into his windup and threw the first pitch. It was a fastball right down the middle.
The ball went flying through the air as if it was taken by the wind. I watched it and then was then yelled at to RUN! It was my first ever baseball hit. I Lined up inside the box itching to get my first hit. The pitcher got the signals from his coach.
I have been interested in baseball ever since I was three, I went to a cardinals game and I got a monkey. I know it sounds weird but they had a monkey with velcro hands and feet and I would hang him around my neck all the time. I still have the monkey today.
As the baseball diamond started to fade in and out of my blurry vision, I realized something was wrong when I was still sitting on the bench. I was on varsity baseball, my grade point average was rising, and I was surrounded by positive people all around me who gave off a positive vibe. Of course, all good times must come to an end right? Well my good times came to end quickly.
A sharp sense of disappointment surged through me as my coach uttered the phrase I had been dreading to hear: "I 'm sorry, but Caleb is our starting second baseman this year." After riding the bench the previous season, I wanted nothing more than for this season to be different. The thought of spending the next three months rotting on the bench filled me with despair, and it seemed I was bound to that fate again. I needed to change his mind. I spent the following practices running harder, taking more ground balls, and spending more time in the cage than anyone else, but to no avail.
“This one is coming to you Vee!” my dad yelled! I was at baseball practice. I was in the outfield, the overgrown and bee infested outfield.
In the past, the face of baseball was scattered but pretty easy to find. We’ll start this in the ‘90s—because that’s when I was born, so yes I’m a millennial and like the bat-flip—but I’ll talk about that later. Let’s start in the ‘90s where baseball was quote, unquote reborn with Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire hitting a homerun every other time they stepped to the plate.
Did your parent(s) make you ever do a sport you seemed like you had no interest in doing at all? Well that happened to me. I never planned on playing softball until I was 9 and my dad signed me up for softball. Before softball I did cheer which I was really loved cheer and I didn’t like that my dad was making me give it up.
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
Kian Cahall I stood silently, not moving. I could smell the scent of the freshly cut grass as a gentle breeze heaved across the crowded golf course. The nerves were building up in my body. I was so nervous and hoping I didn't miss.
Should schools be able to take away a student's belongings? I got a text from my mom, as I went to read it the teacher took my phone right out of my hands. I asked her if I could text my mom back and she said no we are in the middle of class. A few hours passed and It was time to go home, i finally got my phone back and read your dad was in an accident and was headed to the hospital so I have to ride the bus home.
Golf is a game of the mind not the body. I know that sound cliché but it really is true. The best golfers in the world insist that their mental game is the reason they succeed. For the majority of my golf career, I always thought these golf legends were just saying this without anything to back it up.
Golf is a game that can be played throughout life as it teaches us life skills and values that will prepare us for what life brings our way. Golf is often said to be a sport that relates to life. In the game of golf the players navigate the hilly, uneven terrain with the sole aim to reach the goal— is to PUTT the ball . Golf teaches the player many a life lessons. The game instils honesty, sportsmanship, respect, confidence, perseverance, courtesy and concentration.
