Standing in the batter’s box, I twirled the bat once and placed it on my shoulder. As my heart thumped and sweat rolled down my cheek, I raised the bat and exhaled. The score was 6–6 in the bottom of the seventh inning; our team had two outs and the bases were loaded. With the weight of the game on my shoulders, I waited anxiously for the pitch. The softball whipped furiously through the air until it came to a sudden halt; the ball had crashed into my thigh.
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
I had that butterfly feeling in my stomach as I was sitting in the front passenger’s seat of my dad’s 2007 pearl Ford F-150, I felt as if I was going into battle…… But I was ready. When I arrived to the stadium it was a very gloomy early April day, rap music was blasting, and the stadium felt like fresh cut grass. I got there I got my try-out number 705, I was excited because my favorite football number is 75, and I thought that that was very lucky.
I stared in awe as I saw the glistening field. The sun was shining bright and there was a fresh breeze that filled me with all the hope a six year old could have. It was a perfect day, the kind of day that would have made Picasso paint. In my situation, this day gave me confidence, I wanted to learn more about this rollercoaster ride of emotion by the name of baseball. The sign up, the practice, the boys, the fail.
As a young 8 year old little league baseball player watching the big screen tv, watching my favorite players wishing that one day I would be that big leaguer playing on tv having kids watch me and wish for the same dream and same success. Some people may same its to big of a dream or that it will never be me on that screen playing in the fields of legends, angles, and dreams but to this day I sit here and tell myself to dream big and keep dreaming because there is always a chance and there can never be doubt in your own mind if you truly believe in the goal of becoming what you want to become. Now grown up 16 years young I go to the field everyday knowing that in a year I will be walking up that stage to graduate and walk up to the stage of the MLB draft room and be congratulated by the commissioner and the other players in the room.
First home run Crack! The ball flew off the bat and went as high as a bird in the sky. Aaron is a young 11 year old boy who loves playing baseball whenever he can. Every Time that he would step up to the plate he was always swing for the fence and dreamed about hitting the ball over and seeing all the fans cheer as he rounded the bases. All of times Aaron had played he never had home run but was always close sometimes hitting the wall just short of the ball going over it: but today that was about to change.
Baseball, America’s favorite pastime, has evolved significantly since its start in the mid-1800s. The game began as a simple recreational activity played in town squares and rural fields but has since grown into a multibillion-dollar industry that circles the globe. Over the years several changes have been made to the rules and equipment used in the game, leading to the evolution of baseball that we know today. It was initially known as “townball” and was played as a recreational activity among friends and neighbors.
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.
Baseball is a sport that has been played for over 150 years in the United States and has become a beloved pastime for many people. The game is played between two teams of nine players each, with one team taking the field while the other team bats. The goal of the game is to score more runs than the opposing team by hitting the ball and running around the bases. One of the things that makes baseball so unique is the fact that it has no time limit.
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.
Playing baseball is something that would show up on a college application but its importance in my life can’t be overstated. Baseball has taught me many life lessons as well as opened doors that wouldn’t exist without it. The people that I have met, the coaches who have taught me the game, have all had a profound impact on the player and the person that I am today. Baseball has changed my life completely. It has created a strong work ethic because if you aren’t concerned with getting better then someone will pass you by.
Everyone 's at least broken a bone or injured themselves before right? Well this is one of those tragic stories where I unfortunately injured myself. It all started way back in the 5th grade and all my friends and family know I love & play the game of baseball. The baseball season for the little league I play for is about to begin in about 1-2 weeks.
For the last eight years, softball has shaped my life and taught me many things about leadership, sportsmanship, and how to work as a team. Softball has always made me happy, it’s not just the sport that makes me happy, but it’s the place that I get to go and the people that I get to play it with. Every time I’m on the field or in the cages I feel the most content. The softball field and cages are my sanctuary.
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.
As there were ten minutes before the game we kept on doing the drills until I heard my coach announcing the starting lineup. I heard my name being announced so I prepared myself to go to the field. I could already see the trophy as it was in a table. As I walked in the field I could smell the trimmed grass and could hear my teammates say “we got this.”