First Time Playing Little League Baseball 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. So when we got home my aunt told my mom “Karen wants to join baseball” well she can’t because she could get hurt I had got so mad and I went to my room SLAMMED the door behind me.The next day I tried to conveser her and also the following week or so meanwhile I kept going to my cousin’s practice just to watch.When we came back from practice I asked my mom again if I could join baseball when I was asking she turned around and yelled “NO.” …show more content…
So I would STOP asking and “THAT’S MY FINAL ANSWER SO STOP ASKING and that’s my final answer” she said “and if you want a different answer ask your dad” she said.So when my came home from work I asked him “Ayee dad do you think I can join baseball with my cousin” “Well…...what did your mom say” he said “well…...she said it was up too you” I said (you know sometimes lying doesn't hurt no one) “well i guess what do you need and how much does it cost” he said (sometimes being the youngest and the only girl I can get my way) “I need a shirt,cleats,baseball pants and red
I have played softball for four years, Softball has always come to me naturally. It was my third year playing when I moved to Friendswood, I was new to everything. During this year I met a girl named Shaye Brockwell. She was really nice to me and we hung out many times. Then her dad started coaching and I got on their team the next year and everything changed.
In fourth grade I was 9 years old. At that age I didn't even think of playing sports. I was just like a normal 9 year old. So one day my auntie told me that one of her friends daughters is playing softball for Port City Girls Softball League. Then asked me if I would be interested to play. I answer saying sure I will try it out, so my auntie went and signed me up. So the way that league works is they have a draft to pick their players for their team. Then, the first practice started, I knew nothing about softball so I was brand new at all of it. When it came to one of the next practices one of my older sisters came to watch me and noticed my coach. It was one of her friends! Then my sister told me that one of the players
It was the beginning of a new softball season, and I couldn't wait to get out there with my team. At our first practice I remember feeling back at home on the field. Just when I thought this was going to be our teams best season, my parents moved me to a private school. Leaving what I was familiar with was not an easy task, and deciding if I would continue my passion of softball with a different team was even more difficult.
Growing up, I have always had a passion for baseball. To me, it is much more than just a sport. There have been times when it has acted as an escape from many problems in my life, as I feel that when I am on the diamond, nothing can hurt me. I am aware that many people feel this way about the sport they love, but sadly their careers often come to an abrupt end due to injury. I have a personal connection to this experience. The summer before my fourth grade year I was attending a basketball camp at Davidson College, when in the final seconds of a scrimmage game, my ankle was kicked out from under me. I immediately fell to the ground in pain as my ankle rolled over on itself. Coaches aided me in limping off of the court and to the training room
Baseball was my life for fifteen years; learning values and tracing favorite memories back to my baseball journey make me grateful for these experiences. However, after a year of playing baseball in college while battling an injury, I decided to alter my goals; ultimately choosing to leave baseball behind. Finishing out the school year and anticipating what I might expect in the future left me feeling lighter; I believed I made the right choice. While on summer break, reflecting on my decision and thinking about my next journey, I became uncomfortable: I was no longer athletically active; I was no longer dedicated to a team, and I did not anticipate the search to find myself would leave me feeling uneasy. My fresh start began by transferring
I have been playing softball since the age of six. From the time I could walk, my dad had me out in our yard teaching me how to swing a bat and throw a ball. Growing up, softball is all I have known. Both of my parents played softball and baseball growing up and in college. They both have taught me everything they know about the sport. Softball has taught me more than the physical aspect of the game. In softball a player can strike out seven out of ten times and still be considered a good hitter. Everyone has rough days, but I have realized that I just need to come back the next day and work harder. My parents have showed me that working hard at it will help me succeed. Whenever I have a bad game, instead of getting down, I take it as motivation to try harder the next time.
I love soccer, I have played the sport for as long as I remember. I and my cousin headed outside of the restaurant to play soccer, my cousin passed me the ball and as I was going to kick it back to him, I wanted to show him how hard I could kick the ball, but me, as a little boy, had no control, and the ball ended up going to the other side of the street. Cousin looked right and left of the street and said with a high tone, “Go get the ball-hurry.” As soon as I heard him. I ran crossing the street and got the ball. Then cousin said, “Wait there,” he started to look right and left
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.
Softball was my main sport, but I did everything else until it was time to play softball. I fell in love with softball at an early age. I would play every summer or I was asked to play which helped me travel all over the place and meet new friends. Each year I played my love for the sport grew more and more. I played on multiple teams throughout the summer. Playing with one of my teams I gained the advantage to visit Santé Fe, New Mexico two years in a row to play softball. When I reached 8th grade I was excited about playing for the high school softball team until I figured out how it really was. Although I was not happy about having to sit on the bench, but I understood that I had to earn the privilege to play, and that the upperclassman were more seasoned.
My dream ever since I can remember was to play baseball at the highest level possible, and play baseball for as long as my body lets me. My goal is to reach my maximum potential as a baseball player and a student at the same time. I make school just as important as I do baseball, because I have a good understanding of the importance of an education and know that your playing days don’t last forever. I believe this quality gives me an edge over other baseball players since this makes me more than just a one dimensional athlete.
In a baseball game, the bat hits the ball. I’ve never heard of the bat hitting a 5 year old’s head. How does something like that happen? Never will I ever again play with a bunch of boys. Especially if there swinging a baseball bat around in circles.
My mom had been going to school in Greeley and staying at my Aunt Margaret's house . She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the Fourth of July weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit colleges, shop, go to movies and just spend time together. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since she had been gone. I had been working alot as a maid and helping my dad run the house, I was getting very irritated with my siblings as I felt that I was the only family member doing my part to help my dad. I was really excited to have a week with my mom to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
“Come on, do it!” my aunt exclaimed at me the day before our trip to the amusement park. My family would always take a trip to an amusement park every other summer. I was always scared about going on the roller coasters. So one day before the trip, my aunt wanted to push me and my sister to do something new through a bet. The bet was that I had to chose one ride or the other ride but I had to choose one. My sister chose the one I didn’t choose so we both had to go on separate rides. Then the one day came and my sister, me, my cousin and my aunt drove to the amusement park building up the anticipation each minute in the car.
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...
That night began as every other Sunday night. I threw my stuff in my room, grabbed something to eat, but instead of going to bed and getting a good night’s sleep. I went into my Mom’s room. I walked into the room and as usual she was laying in her bed playing on her phone until she doses off and falls asleep. Well I walked in there and said “Mama can I close the door, I’ve got something to talk about something that Cody doesn’t need to hear.” She said “okay” and we sat in there for about thirty minutes talking about how I want to switch the routine of Cody and me going to our Dad’s every other week to every other weekend.