My Glory Days When I was twelve years old, I wanted to be a baseball player. Unluckily for me and my dreams, I did not make it to the major leagues. That did not stop me from waking up every morning and making myself better, so I could play on the team called the Trinidad and Tobago’s. Like me, my teammates had intense workouts and ambitions to get better. One event in my childhood stands out clearly in my memory and become stronger as I grow older.
Our rival team, who we had never beaten, like I mentioned before, had come to our field for the final time during my playing days. I wanted the win more than anything I had ever wanted while playing baseball. I had talked to my coach and he allowed me to get the start pitching against them. My nerves were trying to get the best of me but I pushed them aside because this was too important. I started off pitching very well and got through the first few innings with relative ease.
Whenever I can’t get my team motivated from inside the dugout, I know that I can get it done on the diamond. I understand the psychology in softball and I know how to get into the mind of the other team. Last year during a big tournament in Arizona, my team was down six to zero with two outs in the second to last inning of the game, and I was up to bat. I knew it was up to me to rally my team against a pitcher that had shut our team down the entire
Also I want to be talked about this summer at perfect game. I want to be consistent in the batters box. 2. I want people to be talking about the way I hit like the way they talk about my defensive skills. To come up to bat in a pressure situation and pull through and not feel anxious.
She has taught me so many things and has always been there for me on and off the field, she is someone that I can really look up to. ------------------------------------------------- Softball has always been a passion of mine; it’s what my life revolves around. I was always very excited for high school, especially softball. When I broke my leg Freshman year and couldn’t play, I was very sad,
Baseball and the art behind it Courtney HUM 266 4-6-2011 Joseph Blomer Baseball and the art behind it The Sandlot is unlike most other kid’s sports movies since it's not ultimately about winning the big game. Baseball is presented in this movie as a way of life for these small-town kids, a path for them to follow as they imitate the great heroes of the baseball. As an alternative to seeing the kids influenced by pushy adults, boosting them to win the game at all costs, instead this story focuses on the personal growth of the kids, and how they use teamwork learned through baseball to attempt solve their problems. As the story advances, the scenes become increasingly more extravagant, as these kids try scheme after scheme to recover the valuable baseball hit over the fence. Writer/director David Mickey Evans bounces the film with some great summertime amusement that stresses the fabulous nature of the sport of baseball and uses it as a metaphor for the coming of age subjects common to all young people.
C. If enough people sign up for the softball team, and we will be able to play in the league. D. Best as is 3. Rewrite the following sentence using quotation marks and punctuation correctly: “If we continue working hard, Mrs. Barnes said “,we will all show high growth!”. 4. Choose the underlined word that is misspelled.
During the 9/11 crisis, baseball helped take Americans minds off of the disaster and give them something to celebrate about. Baseball has done so much for its country, and it’s about time we do something in return. Umpires are far from perfect, like other professional officials, and they make mistakes. But, unlike basketball and football, baseball rarely uses today’s technology to its advantage. The implementation
My confidence was at an all time high! My father thought I needed a challenge, so he convinced me to try out for the High School Varsity team. Obviously, I was certain I would dominate. I had never been unsure about my ability. Tryouts began after school on a beautiful Monday afternoon.
Today was the big day. Today was the day that has felt so far away in my mind. I could not believe this could be my last high school softball tournament ever. How could it be? It seems just like last year I was the tiny little red headed, freckled face 7th grader trying to not mess up my bat swing in front of all the senior high softball girls.