Do my older brother deserve to be called the most athletic? My dad doesn’t think so, and some of our coaches don’t think so either. While my mom may think that my big brother is the best athlete, others besides my dad are able to testify that I’m the best athlete. There are many reason that they say we are the most athletic.
From my brother’s side of the argument. He is shorter than me, but really stocky. He is also quick on his feet and he is way faster than me. He has been playing football longer than I have. He plays for a division 1 football program University of Memphis, and he is a starting Wide Receiver. We have been playing basketball for the same amount of time. We both played AAU, and we where both pretty good. He wasn’t interested in playing baseball and rugby. He also ran track in high school and that’s about all the sports.
My side of the argument I’m way bigger than him height and weight wise, and I am more a powerful runner. I have been playing rugby for 15 years about the same time my brother has been playing football. I had multiple D1 scholarship offers to play rugby. I also played for the U-19 USA national rugby team. I started playing football and baseball in the 5th grade. We played basketball together we where both pretty good. I played baseball for 6 years
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We both played multiple sports I just played 1 more than him. There is something that he is better than me in. He is way faster than me which I understand, but I am powerful. When it comes to contact he doesn’t like getting hit because he is a pretty boy. I really didn’t care about the contact I actually love it. I think that the bruises and scares make me look good. My High school coaches say that he didn’t have a good work ethic and he was to lazy. I have more heart than him and that’s what going to differ me from him. So who is the better athlete I will have to say me. The evidence proves that I play more sports than him and I work
The first team I ever played for was Tobers Party Store. For some kids growing up, baseball was just another way to pass time during the summer, away from the grind of public school. For me it was everything. From the moment my eyes snapped open in the morning, until the time I slipped away to sleep, I had baseball on my mind. I loved to play baseball, watch baseball, and talk baseball. Nothing else mattered. Eating and sleeping were just "necessary evils" that took precious time away from my hobby. I anxiously awaited the day when I would be drafted into the professional ranks after a successful college career. Bubbling with excitement, I would explain my inevitable career path to anyone who would listen. Of course, the responses were less than empowering. "Do you know how good you have to be?", and the tried and true " Go to college and get a real job", were two of the more popular sentiments that the "opposition" hurled at me. Naturally, in my 10 year old mind, I knew they were delusional and I would prove them wrong.
My team and I, who have been playing together for years, were all good friends. That season was when one of the owners of the league i played for went up to my coach (who was also my dad) and asked him if I was interested in joining the league’s club soccer team. I was so excited about doing it, but I also didn't want to do it at the same time. The summer before I played that season my brother had gotten me into liking basketball so I didn’t know what to do either stay in soccer, or start playing basketball. I also didn’t want to leave my team I was playing with because we had been playing together for years . So I end up declining the club offer, and finished the rest of the season with my team. I also ended up choosing to play basketball as my next sport and i still am playing basketball (I am hoping to try out for the GCA basketball team) as of right
... pitcher in the league. Baseball is one of the best sports to play to keep you active and sharpen your reflexes. Everyone should try playing baseball at least once in their life. Or maybe even learn to just throw a few different kinds of pitches like curveball and knuckleball, incase their children grow up playing baseball.
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