My love for baseball all started when I went to my first baseball game. My family and I went out to San Francisco to watch the Giants play. I remember walking into SBC Park now named AT&T Park and it was like a dream. From this point on my love for baseball would go unconditionally.
I began to play baseball at the age of seven. It was the first time that I ever played. I was nervous. Going into the first practice I didn’t know what to expect I was the smallest kid out there and I already had doubts that I wasn't good enough. But in fact it was not so bad, keeping in mind that all the kids were mainly first time players as well. From that season on I would learn more about baseball and get better as time went on.
A couple year later playing through Little League I was able to advance in the sport and start playing competitive. When I was twelve I joined a team called the Dublin Dawgs and it was my first time playing competitive
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I was the leader of the team. I would make sure that no one was slacking off and that everyone was giving the most effort to benefit themselves to get better and benefit the team so we can win games. Also, as the captain of the team I would lead the stretches and throwing routines every practice and game. The position I played was catcher. In baseball the catcher is the only player who has the point of view where you can see everything on the field because the defense is facing the catcher. So me being the main catcher I was able to lead our defense to success by shouting out situations when the ball gets hit and telling the defense how many out we had. Also, as the catcher I was capable to call plays and shifts if I knew the batter was a pull or opposite field hitter. I influenced many of my teammates because I was striving for team perfection and getting the team to work as one unit because baseball isn't an individual sport you need to work as a team for maximum
To this day I still like baseball, but I don't love it like I used to. Apparently I grew out of it, the same way most kids grow out of childish ambitions. I will never forget, however, the joy it brought into my life. It has had a profound effect on my life to this day. During times of stress and difficulties, I can always think about that magical summer of 1983. It was the happiest time of my life, and it's something that I will never, nor do I want to, ever forget.
From the time I first saw the game of baseball I fell in love. Even the first word I ever said was “ball”. I have baby pictures in my baseball uniform and whenever a baseball game would be on TV, I would act like I was playing there with them. So at an early age I knew I wanted to play baseball. Luckily, my dad was also very big into baseball and helped me almost every day. Some of my best memories came when we would practice baseball in the front yard, or even go to the local (missing word) and take batting practice.
I love baseball. I love to play baseball and read baseball comics. I have read a lot of Japanese baseball comics, and almost all Japanese baseball comics’ heroes were fastball pitchers. This comic’s hero was a typical typed pitcher in Japanese baseball comics. He could throw the fastest fastball in his team, and became the ace pitcher of his team when he was a freshman.
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.
As a kid, I was born and raised to love the great game of baseball. Many young kids have had dreams to become professional athletes, and achieve prestigious awards/ titles. Like many kids I’ve always dreamed of becoming a professional baseball player. As a younger kid with my head in the clouds, I never really knew what it was like to put my actual blood, sweat, and tears into something I loved, until my worst season I had ever played. This whole story starts in the beginning of my ninth grade baseball season. It started out different from every other year because, of course I was a freshman. This was the first year I had ever practiced with the varsity squad, it was much more difficult, but I still figured I was going to do great. After weeks
Baseball was always something my grandpa and I bonded over. Every day after school I would go to my grandparents house to wait for my dad to come pick me up from work. I was so eager to
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.
Claim: I began baseball when I was 4 years old in little league where all the players parent and coach were with them along the way telling us what to do. And as i got older and more independent i started to know more and more of what as was doing.
I started playing baseball right after I moved to Virginia, coming from California. At first I wasn’t that good, because I was only six years old at that time, but it was okay, because the other six-year olds were not much better than me. It was the first time I was playing a sport, and it turned out to be my only sport later in my life. Right when I realized it was important for me to not just play for fun, I started to play fewer video games, and do more baseball practice.
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.
80s to the early 90s. Baseball has been an intricate part of my life ever since. While thumbing through a box in my garage the other day, I came across my old little league year book from 1984. Seeing myself in a baseball uniform at 10 years old was quite amusing. I flipped through the rest of the book, laughing at the way my family and friends dressed in the 80s. I was reminded of a quote my grandmother used to say, “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” My grandmother is a huge baseball fan.
Along the rocky road that is my softball career, my team and I have learned quite a few lessons. Not only did we get to know each other and the game of softball, we were also taught about life. We learned that to get where we wanted to be, we had to push ourselves, constantly practicing and working hard. Our team also had to overcome our many obstacles through perseverance. Another thing we had to learn was how to believe in ourselves and each other. As a player on that team, these things that the game has taught us- working hard, persevering, and believing- have become my laws of life.
In particular, I want to talk about my experiences playing football and baseball. First, at the school I attended they did not have a football team so I figured I was out of luck. However, I discovered there was a club team that anyone in the county could play for. I joined the team as soon as I found out about it, which was in sixth grade. I played all the way through my senior year of high school. What made these times so enjoyable was the family type bond shared between all of the players and with the coaches. The coaches were father like figures, who were there to teach us more than just football. They cared more about us being outstanding young men than they cared about the type of players we were. Sure, they wanted to win as we all did, but they were interested more in developing our characters. This team dynamic made the one hour commute each day well worth
One diamond, four plates, nine players, a sweaty uniform, cleats, a bat, and a ball are the only things I’ve dreamt of since my first baseball practice when I was three years old. I remember the way it felt to smack the ball off of the tee and have everyone in the stands cheer and scream for me as I ran for first base as fast as I could and never wanting to leave the field even after it had gotten dark outside and all the field lights had been shut off. Baseball has been all I’ve ever wanted to do with my life from the very beginning. I can’t imagine doing anything other than eating, sleeping, and breathing the game of baseball. So when people ask me, “What are your plans after high school?” all I’ve ever known myself to say back was, “I’m not sure but it 'll have something to do with baseball.” With this being said, I have decided to be a baseball coach so I can pass down the knowledge I have for the game I love so much to people younger than me that love it just the same as I have and still do.
I played second or third base from that day forward. Eventually, I started playing first team every game in 9th grade. Everyone thought I had a horrible attitude because I always said what was on my mind. During my 10th grade year I got put off of the team because the coach thought I was talking back to him about picking up trash. I really don’t think the coach liked me that well because I was better than his daughter and everyone knew