I was six years old when it happened, it was after my very first baseball game. I never played before which made me nervous, but as I step foot on the smooth dirt complex field it became second nature. I remember when it was my turn to bat, I felt a slight pinch on my upper right neck, I thought it was just my nervousness, but once I saw the ball coming straight at me, I knew it was too late to back out. I swing with my eyes close I was scared that the ball may hit my face. I heard the ball hit the bat I opened my eyes and immediately started running to first place. I remember coming home from the game in pain, my neck was red and every time I moved my neck it felt as if a million of bees stung my neck because it didn’t let me breathe well. The movie kept me distracted from hearing kids cry and from wearing a gown that shows half of my underwear. Once they called my name my heart dropped, I was scared out of mind, I didn’t know what they were gonna do with me, no one told me what was going on. Once the nurse took me to my room there were two other nurses, one of them was holding a needle and the other was holding a box filled with toys. I don’t remember what happen after that but all I know is that the toys were to distract me while they put an IV on my left arm. My mom was laying down next to me rubbing my head and trying to make me laugh. We were all waiting for my surgeon to come to take me in. At one point, the surgeon came and told me to kiss my parents and say goodbye, I got scared because I thought I wasn’t gonna see them again, I thought they were gonna leave me forever. I started crying and tried to run away. I was kicking, screaming, and making up excuses so that they can let me go. Two nurses hold me down and tried to calm me down. The surgeon put a mask on me and told me to count to ten. The mask smelled like cherries, I couldn’t resist not to smell it. The room was spinning and all of a sudden it was pitch
After watching that movie fear took over and I could not go to sleep thinking that what if that evil was following me which at that time was very scary for me to imagine but now when I think of it I laugh at myself and think how dopey I was to believe my
I had just finished facing my fears watching the metallic needle slip so seamlessly under my skin into the veins of my nervous, clammy hand. Hugging my Mom like it could have been the last time I saw her, seeing my dad's face stern and worried. I wheeled down the hall into this operating room, white was all I saw, a bed in the middle for the surgery to go down. As I lay on the bed waiting to be put under I remember seeing the blue masks of the people to be operating on me, I had to put all my trust in them, trusting someone you seen for less than 5 seconds with your life. Absolutely terrifying. The nurse slipping the fluid into my IV as I lay on my back looking up at the white ceiling, this cold sensations rushed over me. Then suddenly, I was out.
It all began one day when I was six years old. My dad and I were playing catch at my grandparents house in the yard. I decided that I wanted to pitch so I told my dad to crouch down like a catcher. As I began to pitch I would try to imitate my favorite pitcher at the time, Cardinal starter, Chris Carpenter. My grandpa would sit in a chair by the window and watch me throw. After throwing a few pitches my grandpa decided that he wanted to come outside. With his walker, he made his slow walk outside to get a closer look at me. “I think we’ve got something here” he said to my dad as I continued to pitch. From that moment on, I always wanted to pitch in front of him just to listen to what he would have to say about me.
With seconds to spare I arrived at batting practice and began to prepare for my game. I hear coach call out my name and as I he acknowledged that I was there he told me I was pitching. My brain shifted and went into a whole new mode, I was more focused and more determined than I have ever been. This was the biggest baseball game of my career and I 'm starting on the mound. Honestly it couldn 't have turned out any better, the fate of the pin and my team lied in my hands and I loved the pressure. The pressure made me thrive and before I knew it our team was marching onto the field for the national anthem. During the singing of the national anthem I peeked into the crowd and first row down the first base side was the little boy I met on the cart and his dad sitting right next to him. This game was for that little boy, I needed to impress him. I pitched six strong innings and my team ended up winning the game. It was the most exciting game of my career and the best part was being greeted with the best pin in the tournament after such a spectacular win. The little boy ran out into the middle of the field where we shook our opponents hands and in front of everyone in the stadium handed me the only thing I cared about besides winning. I was in the best mood for the rest of the day and I rewarded myself with a nice long sleep. I could only image what the next day had to
I did not do much this weekend. I had two baseball practices that was it. One was on Thursday afternoon and the other was Friday morning. We worked on hitting an we also threw a little bit, which I don’t really like I just like to hit. We also played a weird game and it was really fun. It is hard to explain, but it involves a bouncy ball so that was fun.
It was the summer of 93, I just got on my high school baseball team I was probably the worst baseball player to ever play the game. Nobody didn’t believe that I was going to get off the bench and play even my parents. But there was one person who believed in me 100% which was my coach Mr.chavez. He had coach MLB players and won at least 5 state championships doing so. But I wasn’t sure why he accepted me on his team, even though there were more talented baseball players than me.
When they got me down there I fell asleep again, I woke up about another hour later again the nurse was in there waiting for me to wake up just to see how I was feeling. When she left I looked over to my parents and started talking to them, then I turned my head the other way and I saw my mom. I was really happy that she was there because I do not see her much. I talked to her for a little bit, then laid back down. I realized that I was in good hands and I would be taken care of, and that was my new years. So thanks for my parents looking after me at the hospital and thanks for the hospitals for taking care of me and getting me fixed up. The morale of this story for me is if I feel like I am going to fall while snowboarding and getting really good air bring a video
My face turned purple and then when the ambulance came, they put me in and while I was in the ambulance the quarter went down my throat. When I was in the ambulance I took a look around. Then we arrived at the hospital. The ambulance people grabbed the ambulance chair and took me to the X-ray room. When I was at the hospital My brother Dillon was worried about me. The X-ray room was big.
The love of baseball brings passion, pain, and excitement to people all around the world, from kids running the bases at Major League Baseball game to a President of the United States throwing the first pitch of a game. That same love of baseball has distinctly shaped my identity: the pain I’ve endured, the struggle I’ve overcome, and the championships I’ve won. From early morning practices to midnight extra-inning championships, I’ve learned to lead, win, be a teammate, and be a friend.
One day I had gone to my cousins baseball practice because I wanted to see him play and I kinda didn’t have a choice because my mom wasn’t home she was working and she doesn’t trust me to be alone so I went with them.When we got there they had asked me if I wanted to practice with them because they were a player short.Once practice was over I notice playing baseball was fun so I wanted to join baseball too,So when we got in the car I told my aunt “You know it was fun playing baseball do you think can join” “I mean if you want I can probably ask the coach and your mom” she said “Do you think you can ask her when we get home” I said.
I didn’t know what to expect. I’m in the hospital waiting room with my mom and Auntie Joy! We checked in and they took us to the back and put us in the waiting room. Everyone was asking me if I was nervous. The ambiance of the room was white and sterile. I felt cold and vulnerable. To make matters worse, I had to put on a hospital gown. Luckily, I was able to keep my underwear and socks on. There’s a knock at the door and the nurse is back with some awful looking concoction. She tells me that I have to drink 4 bottles of this nasty stuff. The thickness and slime of the drink made me ill. Next comes the multiple trips to the bathroom. At that point, I knew this was not going to be an easy afternoon. The fear of the unknown evaded my mind and body. I am terrified for what is about to come next.
Baseball is a game of bat and ball played between two teams of nine players each taking turns to bat or field. The team that is batting have a player on the home plate who hits the ball that the opposing team’s pitcher throws, then runs anti-clockwise and back to the Homeplate as the fielding team tries to catch the ball and throw it back before the batting player makes a complete run. The teams with the highest number of runs at the end of nine innings win. Baseball is popular in the US and Canada and has been spreading steadily to other regions in this century. On matters origin, sports historians differ as to where the original concept of the game came from and who should have the credit. While many believe
My first major league baseball game took place June 6, 2003. I was only six years old, but it is a day that I remember very clearly. The game we were going to watch was the Royals vs the Rockies. The anticipation, the excitement I felt on the way to the ballpark with my mom, dad, and older brother, Zach, that warm Saturday afternoon was unbelievable. . This was not just an ordinary baseball game someone would attend regularly. Along with dugout seats, we were getting to meet a few Royal players.
I woke up screaming. There was a terrible, stabbing pain in my stomach. The doctors and nurses rushed into my room immediately. My parents were standing by my hospital bed wide-eyed with a strong look of concern on their faces. Everyone tried to calm me down but the screams were uncontrollable. I screamed for 30 minutes until the doctors put pain medication into my IV bag and I drifted slowly back to sleep.
I was a particularly hot summer weekend. The sun was beating down on me, the wind was hardly blowing and the air was a thick sheet of humidity. I had just arrived at Good Shepherd to play baseball. We were playing the Riverdogs who were pretty big competitors and one of our biggest rivals. Everyone was hot and sweating before they even got out of the car. We all knew this was going to be a long and hard fought game.