Base on balls Essays

player likes. 0-0 top of the first inning. Stevie Ickes threw a changeup right down the middle. DINNNG went the sound of the Easton s2. I saw the ball sailing over the left fielder’s head. GONE. I had just hit my first home-run into the JV field. I stood in the batter’s box for a minute admiring the home-run. Then I started to trot to first. My first base coach gave me a high five. When I was rounding second it hit me that I had

Crack went the bat as I swung hard into the pitch. When I awoke this morning I didn’t think I would be hitting my first home run and win the game for my team. Awoke at 10:00 am. It was a beautiful day in Chicago, Illinois. I brushed my teeth, watched a little t.v, and threw on my baseball jersey. I had a feeling it was going to be a great game. We were the Giants and we were playing the N.Y Yankees. We arrived at the game soon later. My whole team was already there. I practiced

also wanted to get better. I stepped towards the plate and got set in position, getting ready to make contact with the ball. The first two pitches were strikes and the next three pitches were balls. It was a full count and I didn’t want to go to first base with a walk. It was my last pitch, I got set in position and as soon as I made contact with the ball I swung… Sending the ball all the way to fence. I was in shock, I

strikes out every time she is up to bat. The pitcher starts her windup and lets the ball go. “Strike”, the umpire yells behind me. My team is yelling and cheering in the dugout, and my coach is shaking his head at third base. The pitcher lets lose another pitch. “Strike two”, the umpire yells again. I think to myself, here is my chance to prove to everyone that I am not this weak kid who can barely hit the ball. The pitcher is back in the center of the mound; she is ready to throw the final pitch

Baseball statistics have gotten increasingly complicated over time. Once upon a time, people primarily used counting stats like RBIs, home runs and stolen bases. Some of the most complicated statistics were stats like batting average, fielding percentage and ERA basically requiring little more math than average division. Then, there were statistics like FIP, wOBA and WAR. These are difficult to calculate but are reasonably simple to understand. A higher wOBA and WAR is better than a lower one. Now

pitch, one play and it could happen, for the first time in 108 years we could win. One home run and we would lose it all. My dad and I nervously glance at the bases, one hitter, and one player on first. Mike Montgomery throws the pitch. The ball slams hard into the dirt as third baseman Kris Bryant comes forward. He scoops up the ground ball and sends it flying

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. My dad picked up the bamboo bat, threw the ball up in the air, and swung the bat. The ball went sailing over my head. I ran, and ran, and ran all the way to the ball. I picked up the ball and fired it to the cutoff man. “OW!!” I exclaimed! My arm had hurt like it had never hurt before. It was a sharp pain, that ran up and down my arm, like mice scurrying away from

old, my father brought me...my own tee-ball set! All you had to do is put the ball on a stick and hit it. You can barely miss. Finally, I can be good at something! And I practiced for 4 years and I could hit it as far as I can. I wanted to be the world champion until my father than told me that this sport was not even close to what it was meant for. What?! I trained 4 years for this! Then I was entered into real baseball and shhhh...there was a twist! The ball was thrown at you! It wasn’t in one place

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. I walked to first as the winning run proceeded home. During this game, I was seventeen years old, and still the pressure seemed too

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. The catcher called balls in I took the ball and threw it in to the kid sitting. The first kid struck out the first three pitches they threw the ball around and threw it to the pitcher. The next kid was different he fouled off two pitches in a row and two three balls straight the count was three and two. The next pitch came he hit it straight

She stares the pitcher in the eye. Her body, relaxed and loose, ready to bust on the ball. The pitcher pitches the ball, it heads down the middle of the plate. WHAM!!! She hits the ball and it flies into center field, scoring 3 runs for her softball team, winning the game. Her name is Adeline. Adeline is just a normal girl who plays softball and goes to school, she just got accepted into Harvard. But none of this really happened. Adeline is a victim of cyber bullying. She was bullied so much that

second straight sweep so my Dad and I knew the stadium was going to be full of screaming,loud and mad fans.As my Dad and I arrived we were getting out the car when we see the giant lines of Dodger fans trying to get into the stadium just to try to get a ball from batting practice from the Dodgers . After we waited for maybe an hour just to get into the stadium. When we were walking up to our seats we can hear the loud crowd all over the stadium we could

I watched as the batter stepped up to the plate. My coach pitched the ball and BAM! The softball hit me right in the knee! My softball team had a tournament coming up for Minnesota schools. Since Osceola is close to Minnesota we were a part of the tournament too. The Monday before the tournament my team had practice to prepare! I wanted to show my coach I could play catcher the whole tournament so I wanted to practice well. My dad and I left a little bit early to go to that practice. The field was

wanted to play baseball with some of my friends but I didn't have a ball. I then asked my friends if they had one to spare. One of my best friends, Kevin said he had one. I was elated that we could finally play a game of baseball for the first time that spring. To my surprise, before he finally handed me the ball, he gave me a short speech. Kevin told me that this was his only ball and it was very special to him, it was the ball that was passed down from generations of his family until finally coming

Redemption The count is one ball, two strikes. I start to take a deep breath just to calm my nerves for a short second. My body tenses up again. The only thing that separates me and the pitcher is the baseball. Not knowing what the pitcher will throw me next, I call a brief timeout so I may think it through. What kind of pitch will he throw me? Just before I step back to the plate, I pick up some "baseball dirt" and rub it in my hands. Doing this allows me to intimidate the pitcher. Now the pitcher

game. Sweat dripped down my face from the 104-degree weather with college scouts watching anxiously. Examining how the pitcher felt confident as she threw the first pitch for a strike. The next pitch, I swung and hit a fly ball, praying the right fielder wouldn't catch the ball. As I rounded second, I saw all my teammates run out the dugout shouting from the top of their lungs after seeing my hit soar over the fence. Softball is more than just a sport. It has the power to change people's lives in

many elements to hitting. The hitter needs to keep his eye on the ball, he has to get power out of their arms and legs, and he has to have a

opposing team will get the ball. There are several strategies and responsibilities during free hits, including: Pushing the team up the field Hitting the ball wide Dribbling to open space Cutting in front of the defensive wall Shielding the defence Stepping in front of the defence Hit Wide While inside your own defensive zone, hit the ball wide and up the field. By hitting the ball wide, you create space and give your team the opportunity to receive the ball safely. Unless you have

Bang! Smack! The ball shoots back at me like a lightning bolt. It strikes my knee, and I fall to the ground with a thud. I gather all my strength, and I launch the ball to first. It soars through the air and plops in the first baseman’s old, dark brown glove. It is the third inning. It seems like it is one hundred degrees out, and I am in so much pain it feels like my leg is about to fall off because of how hard the batter’s ball hit my leg. Now I am forced to sit on the bench watching the game

I was on my way to whistlestop park to watch my brothers play baseball. When i get there i sit down on the bleachers to see my brother david batin first then the pitcher sends a fastball as dave hits a homer.I got exitted at that,then he handed me a bat he was not allowed to use so i yanked then my friend and i start to hit baseballs together but that’s when it went wrong. Suddenly wam!,he nailed me in the head with david’s bat (as the bat swings at my head and it cracks through my tanish skin as