They showed up an hour early to warm up and take batting practice as if it is needed for middle aged slow pitch softball. They are the type that after they get a hit or home run, they jog slowly around the bases with their head held high acting like somebody cares about them. After the games they are the ones that are talking like they are a few good games away from getting that big call from the Yankees. The soon to be pro irritates me the most. Also wandering around the fields is the forty year old teenager.
The Cubs were always positive, even when they blew a seven run lead in the 2003 national league division series, even when they lost the 1946 World Series in heartbreaking fashion on Jack Spinner’s walk off home run in game 7 against the Brewers, even when the team’s slugger Sammy Sosa was found guilty of steroid usage and was suspended, the Cubs and their fans still remained contended, even optimistic about their team’s chances to win the Central and go to the playoffs. How do they stand it? They must have some serious grit to watch the Cubs, who play like little leaguers every day of the long, exhausting season. Maybe the optimism that they had made them not just the lovable losers, but the likable losers. Yes, they’re likable, but fans, they’re still losers.
How to Hit a Curveball The game is in the bottom of the 9th inning, and the stadium lights are on. Your team is losing by one run on your home field, and you are up to bat with a teammate on 1st base. You know that the opposing pitcher has a wicked curveball that he throws as his go-to pitch. You are also aware that a home run will win the game, and the stadium will erupt with all the fans cheering your name. Well, if you follow the steps in this essay, you will be able to hit a curveball and win the game for your team!
In 1977 a Los Angeles scout discovered Valenzuela in a Mexican baseball league. In 1981 Fernando Valenzuela pitched his first ever Major League game. His outstanding pitching led the Dodgers to the “World Series” the Dodgers won against the Yankees that year, and Valenzuela won the “CY Young award,” and the “Rookie Of The Year.” He soon burst on the scene, fans increased by 9,000 every time to see Valenzuela pitch. This was known as “Fernando mania” at Dodger Stadium. He was also given the nickname “El Torro,” but that reign would soon end in 1991, when he was released by the Dodgers.
It didn’t take long for my hand-eye coordination to develop and hitting a baseball thrown at me was no longer a problem. Our first game was here and I was the lead off hitter because I was small, fast and had no problem hitting the ball. Once again everyone was impressed with my abilities at such a young age. Threw out the season my skills continued to progress with the help of my team and my dad at home. As the regular season came to an end our team was the second seed out of 8 teams in the playoffs.
The game consist of know who your runner is if he is fast or slow down the baseline, is he pull or push guy swinging, how do we need to pitch him fast balls or curve balls? This all goes through a baseballs players mind in about three and a half seconds. The key to the game is to slow yourself down and tell yourself the situation, what do I do if the ball comes to me? This increases a players “baseball IQ”. There are many ways to increase your baseball IQ besides playing the game your entire life.
The runner slides as the catcher reaches out and tags home plate just ahead of the runners’ cleats!! “Safe!” yells the umpire. The catcher argues but to no avail. The game is over. There is a very controversial thing happing in baseball today: should Major League Baseball (MLB) use instant replay to review close calls made by umpires?
Throughout my young life many things has happened and plenty of things that I cherish, I was given the opportunity to do it one things that I cherish a lot is the sport of Baseball. I went from being the starting third baseman in my sophomore year to team captain in my senior year of high school. My history of baseball didn’t start from when I was little playing catch with my dad in the backyard. It all started with a simple question by my History teach in middle school. The sport of baseball was never an interest of mine until I gave it a chance.
The excitement and adrenaline you get when you hit that ball to the outer field and you can’t help but notice the fans in the stadium jump up and scream with excitement while you run from base to base, that is what is worth playing for. I walk up to the batting plate and tap my bat three times against the floor before I look up and stare the pitcher in the eyes. He throws the first pitch; I close my eyes and swing as hard as I can. The crowd is quiet and at that very moment I realise the ball is in the
This applies to life, too; at the end of the day, no matter what happens, tomorrow will always be a new day-it’s a guarantee. These girls reiterated that to me. Though I was only team captain my senior year, I was a role model for many girls the previous three years, too. Those three years I spent pitching JV games that could be rather treacherous, with our team being on the field upwards of 45 minutes an inning, just trying to get that third out. This is when I learned patience, something I had never known before.