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Mine and Jackie’s barrier are pretty similar, well it involves the small five ounce, nine inch in circumference, little red seamed and white ball. Ever since I was little I was always fascinated with it, and the environment. On those sunny saturdays, with the cool breeze of the air brushing against my arm, to the stormy sundays when the frigid moist lies on my lips and my legs in tight knots, I’ve always enjoyed the game called baseball. Since my first grand slam (tee ball) I realized that I’m a pretty good baseball player and I could be if I kept working on it. Then it hit me, literally. While I was jogging to first base, I had this sudden moment of realization that hurt worse than the baseball. Could I make the high school baseball team? …show more content…
Our baseball coach is strict on who he takes on the team, for instance last year he only took around ten players of the thirty or so that tried out. That’s pretty harsh, only considering that 9 can play the field. This wall between me and the team is the fact that almost everyone in my grade plays baseball, it’ll just come down to who’s the best. Like I said, weekly I go to my dad’s work place and practice for hours and hours. Hearing the cling of the bat and the ball, causing the brief moment of ringing, leading to a silence then… cling. Over and over and over again. While I go through the portal that leads to this magical zone called concentration, it brings me here, to the weights. The struggle of pushing it up against gravity, holding your breath until the last rep, like your a mammal trapped under ice. Every single moment of this will pay off, to help me pass this barrier, to help me hold my
Collin has motivated himself towards satisfaction through self determination, his aesthetic for the game, the love of competition and the pursuit of vertigo. He practices everyday, even in off season and consistently goes to the gym to stay in shape. It takes self determination to fit in practice and working out time along with being a full time student, but Collin’s love for the game is all the motivation he needs. From a young boy, he’s seen baseball in a different life. To him, baseball is not seen as
The “Color Barrier” is an infamous term in the world of sports. Originally deemed an unbreakable hindrance, the thought of integrating any American sport was unfathomable! Upon Jackie Robinson’s arrival to the sport of baseball, irritation swept the nation. If any sport were to break through the prejudice of a country, it was baseball! In the article Historic Impact it says, “Had Jackie Robinson integrated professional football or basketball, he would be a forgotten figure today. But breaking the color barrier in baseball would present a new image of the U.S. to the world” (“Historic” 2). If there was a Negro athlete out there that could do th...
My teammates would cry and complain and quit. They could never see the appeal, and it was not until I took a weightlifting class during my freshman year that I found people who did; but they were all boys. For the first few weeks in the class, I continued to hid behind cardio machines and two pound weights, afraid to venture across an invisible barrier to the free weight section, bustling with sweaty boys in an assortment of Nike and Adidas. While other girls in my class sat texting on the recumbent bicycles, spouting gossip, I hovered closer and closer to the boy’s club, as I had dubbed them, rotating between weight stations. Then, on unexpected Friday afternoon, after an hour of listening to mindless drivel about fad diets and fake eyelashes, I breached the invisible line separating me from who I wanted to be. In doing so, I began a harsh journey of calloused hands, sweat stains, aching knees, and soreness in muscles I did not know existed. I has been two years since my evolution to heavy lifting
Baseball is known as America’s national pastime, and has been played for over 100 years. Baseball can be a lot of fun, but is also extremely challenging to play, especially trying to hit a 90 mile per hour fastball. I am a very devoted baseball player myself, and over the years I have learned numerous key things about the game. Baseball does not only require physical strength to hit and throw the ball, but it also requires a great mindset, such as, mental preparedness, concentration, and a positive attitude.
Troy Maxson was a talented Negro league player who never made it to the Major Leagues because of the race barrier. By the time the barrier was broken , Troy was 43, and his skill had deteriorated significantly. Only the great Satchel Paige managed to make the move to the Majors over the age of 40. Paige would even play when he was 59 years old. Satchel Paige was a pitcher, Troy, a speedy slugger, lost much more with age than Paige did. Troy’s failure to make it to the MLB affected those around him and himself, for the rest of his life. His son, Cory, wants to play college football and is being recruited by a prestigious school. Troy fears his son will face the same trials and tribulations he faced, and opposes Cory playing any sport at a high level. This is selfish of Troy to hold back his son because of his own past. Troy’s past is the general influence baseball has in Fences but there are many other aspects that can be symbolized by the game of baseball. This paper will analyze Fences through the framework of a baseball game or season and point out actions in the play that could be symbolized by baseball actions.The entire play is represented by a game of baseball. Each cha...
I never played travel ball, only recreation softball so I've never actually been on a team that I tried out for. Over the summer I went to batting practice and fielding to get ready for the year. This is my year, I thought ready to tryout and make the team. The day came to where I had to show what I could do to the coaches. It took a while for the tryouts to actually commence because there was so much rain that week that it kept getting pushed back. This made more nervous, I just wanted to get it over with. I worked hard throughout the tryouts, but when I went up to bat I could not hit the ball. I tried many times but I couldn't do it. I felt terrible because everyone else hit great. I was embarrassed. I freaked out, this is what could ruin my chance to be on the team. Even then I still tried my
First I would be only be accepted as a member of the baseball team if could prove my worth on the practice field and demonstrate my skills as a fielder and hitter. The first opportunity to prove that came at tryouts. Tryouts are the time to showcase everything you’ve got, from making the simple plays to laying out and making a diving catch in the outfield. When it was my turn to make that play I felt all eyes on me, silently judging me. Everyone was doing it, the coaches to determine rank among the hopeful newcomers and among the veterans, the veterans watching me, trying to see if I was a threat to their starting role, and even the other players trying out, hoping I would fail so I wouldn’t
When I was a ballplayer, my teams were very successful because my coaches told us the importance of practicing. One year my coach could not coach us because he did not have the time to do it. That same year the teams were shuffled and everybody had different teammates. My best friend, Wes Cook, made it on my team. Wes was the best player anybody had ever seen. However, He did not enjoy practicing. He thought he could succeed without practicing. Our new coach was laidback at practice. This made Wes especially happy. Coach did not make the team practice hard; we just had to catch fly balls, ground balls, and practice hitting. I batted third after We. My team, the Price Drug Braves, started the season hot; we won our first five games.
As I layed in my bed on a cold and windy Friday night, i could hear the roar from Fenway park across the street. The Red Sox had a game tonight against their long time rival the New York Yankees. Their games would always be so thrilling and so exciting to be at, i was a young 15 year old boy who like everyone else wanted to be a MLB baseball player. I had always dreamed about playing on that beautiful and playing against those Yankees. Living in Boston mostly everyone here absolutely hates the yankees. I was having a hard time going to bed so i looked outside and was looking at all the people outside walking outside the Ballpark.
Although baseball was something I adored, the pain it caused was not easy to ignore. Much like a middle school relationship, baseball was my “first love” and every few months we would break up and eventually get back together again; furthermore, much like growing up, I matured and my thought process was intricate and more complex. After my torn UCL, I knew I had to “break up” with baseball; especially if I ever wanted to be able to reach the Rice Krispies on the top shelf again. I needed to prevent myself from repeating my mistakes even though it was at the cost of my Favorite activity; however, once again there is always a silver lining.
Ever since I learned how to talk and walk, I played softball. It didn’t matter if it was a game during recess or during the championships of my Allen Sports Association (ASA) team, I played softball. During the summer of my fifth grade year, my friends and I decided that we would try out for the high school team as freshmen, but when the time came, I was not ready.
Baseball has always been America’s natural past time. Many fans love watching baseball but do not realize how hard it is to prepare for a season. Most fans think the players just show up on the first day. I think this belief is completely false. I feel that preparing for a baseball season requires much preparation. The preparation I use includes working on my swing, working out, and studying other people’s ideas on hitting. These steps are necessary for me to have a successful season. These steps have proven to be a valuable aid in helping me to prepare for the season. I believe these steps are the basic steps to becoming a great baseball player.
Ever since the creation of Major League Baseball (MLB), baseball has always been considered part of America’s pastime. A crucial role of American society was also included in baseball, segregation. The color barrier in baseball was broken on April 15, 1947 by the Brooklyn Dodgers when Jackie Robinson stepped on the field for his first at bat. With such a large part of American society now becoming integrated, many Americans were questioning their emotions, some were inspired by such an act of courage and others were filled with hatred towards a minority. “Professional baseball has become the laboratory to test American principles of equality and fairness.” , with this being said, baseball was a way for American’s to test the limits and their
I started playing volleyball in seventh grade, and I had completely fallen in love with the sport. Growing up in a small town, our school always struggled to find coaches that were not related to players. In middle school, I would always be so angry that the important named kids got to play in the A team, while I was stuck in the corner with the B team. Eventually, eighth grade year I decided to join a club team, and increase my skill for freshman year. I enjoyed club, I had actually made the one team, and I had virtually no problems with anyone or anything that season. But, just as soon as freshman year rolled around my attitude changes a lot. I’ve gained the perfectionist trait from my mother, and with this mindset in a sport, you’re almost guaranteed to struggle. Freshman year I had just come off of club, so I knew so much more about the sport and its movements. Naturally I wanted to be perfect, I personally believe that I had done really well as a freshman, but when I messed up I became silent.
I work unbelievably hard for the sport that I love. I allocate my energy after school sweating my way through an aching workout in a cramped gym. I put in the time to become a notable outfielder, whether it is hot, windy, cold or even if there is snow on the ground. I have also put in a great deal of time and effort into pitching. Every chance I have to hit or throw a ball, you will see me on the field, on the beach, or in the gym. This hard work and passion have been with me since I failed to make the 9-10-year-old All-Star team at the age of nine.