Throughout my life I have always been one who is very competitive at bout everything I do. With that came baseball for nearly 10 years leading to football and now to the game I have the most passion for, which is golf. Being one with a competitive nature I always have set high goals for myself and put in all of my time into those things I wish to succeed in. Not only have I fallen and had to start over again, but those times Ive started over happened to have the best impact on my life. In the early stages of my life I grew up with my father playing amateur baseball, my brother playing little league baseball and my mom and my sister always there to support them. After watching them I knew baseball was the sport I wanted to play and wanted …show more content…
This lead me to not starting and having less playing time then I expected. With hard work and time put in I got my game back and ended up over playing in the pitcher position. After that season I began to start something new that I had never done. With my dad starting to play golf I followed in his footsteps and couldn’t put the club down. After playing for nearly one summer I knew that this is something I wanted to pursue and continue to work on to get to the same point that my family had been in the game of …show more content…
For the first year I began with the basics and learning new skills off of the internet and youtube. With that I began to see a lot of improvement and knew that if I continued to work that it would come around in the long run. With three long summers of countless hours on the range I found myself playing in the “State AA Golf tournament”. This was the first time I really felt achieved in golf and knew that more things were going to come if I continue to put in the same amount of
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.
when I was ten years old I lost my grandpa, it was a very bad experience for me but it made me stronger. I remember when he taught me how to catch a baseball, ride a bike, mow the lawn and a lot of other things that I will forever cherish in my heart. the memory I will never forget though is when he taught me everything I needed to know about baseball. we would always go outside together and he would do certain agilities with me to build my stamina, teach me how to catch a pop-fly and he would work on pitching with me which is actually one of my main position that I play today. baseball was a big part of my grandpas life and he always wanted me to play In the major leagues. once he passed away my motives for playing in the major leagues increased.
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 began golfing in the past five years. I went out for the high school team and made it on the varsity co-ed team. I was the only girl, but I was determined to make it.
I guess it started when I was about twelve years old. My father took me to this place called a golf course. I did not know why or what we were here for, but I was interested in finding out. We entered a building called a clubhouse; then, he paid for a bucket of practice balls. I followed him to the driving range. Once we got there, he got a metal stick from his golf bag and gave it to me. I grabbed the stick, and he showed me how to hold it. Then, he told me to swing it. I swung it back and forth as careless as I could. He then said, "Son, you have one of the nicest golf swings I have ever seen." I did not even know what I was doing with that stick, but I guess my dad saw something I didn't. My father then decided that he was ready to teach me how to use the three clubs of golf: a putter, iron, and wood. He handed me the putter, and we went to the green. He explained to me that a putter is used on a green to get the ball into the hole. I took a few smooth swings back and forth to get a feel for a putter. He said, "Hit this ball until it goes into the hole." I was impressed with myself because it only took me six hits to get it in the hole. He laid twenty balls on the green, and he told me to hit every ball in with one shot. It took me about three hours, but I accomplished what my dad told me. He thought I was ready to try the next club, so we headed to the next location. We went out onto the fairway, and he handed me an iron. He laid out some more balls on the ground and told me to hit them towards the flag on the green. The first ball I hit did not even get close to the green. The rest of the balls I hit went either over or on the front of the green, but I never let another one fall short. My dad said, "Keep practicing until you hit all of the balls on the green." I kept practicing until all of the balls were laid up around the flag.
I started taking the game more seriously when I joined the Morse High School golf team. When I got to the first practice I was expecting a lot of great golfers to be there, and kids that have played the course forever. But to my surprise, the golfers were really only as good as I was. I actually ended up being number one on the team for all four years old high school. This is where I started taking the game to serious. Playing number one of the team can be scary; number one plays all the other number ones from other schools and some of the kids I played against were very good at the game. It was so nerve-racking having to tee of the first hole while both teams watched me, some of the time you can feel your legs shaking before you hit the ball. This made me try really hard and took some of the fun out of the game. I found myself getting angry at the game or at myself after a match or just when I played bad (which was quite a
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
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.
Baseball has been a part of me for quite a while now. I have done something baseball related each week for the past several years. It has really changed what I like to do in my spare time, and it also had changed my priorities. This was the first sport I would have played, and I haven’t played a different sport since the start of me playing Baseball. There were and still are so many ways baseball has changed my life.
In my life I have played baseball with more people, played in more states, and played on more fields than there are minutes in a day. That’s a lot of baseball. This sport means more than just playing a game. Throughout this sport I have had to perform in tough situations and I have had to come up clutch in key situations. I have had to pick everyone’s head up and become the leader when we needed it and more than anything I have had to watch my team and self fail. Baseball is more than just hitting a ball with a bat and outscoring the other team. This sport makes you learn key life skills such as teamwork, failure and success, confidence, performing in clutch situation, and most of all taught me to always keep my head up.
Each game, my passion grew. Each team, new memories and lifelong friends were made. Sports sometimes make me feel disappointment and at loss; but it taught me to be resilient to a lot of things, like how to thrive under pressure and come out on top. Being the team captain of my high school’s football and lacrosse team showed me how having a big responsibility to bring a group together to work as one is compared to many situations in life. Currently playing varsity football, varsity lacrosse, and track I take great pride in the activities I do. Staying on top of my academics, being duel enrolled at Indian River State College, working three nights a week, and two different sport practices after school each day shaped my character to having a hard work
My dad forced me to play for my middle school team, but I didn’t complain considering I got to play with boys. I was pretty good, too. I was not only playing with these boys, but I was competing with them. Everything was going well. I wasn’t in love with golf, but I didn’t hate it anymore.
One of the earliest memories I have of my father is when he would take me to the park and we would play baseball. My father was eager to teach me everything he knew about the game, and I was eager to learn. He took it easy on me at first, allowing me to overcome my fear of being hit by the ball. Each time we went back to the park he would throw the ball a little harder. It was not long before I could catch almost anything he threw at me. My father also used his knowledge of the game to teach me to hit a baseball. Eventually, I was skilled enough to play any position on a baseball team.
Ever since I have been little I have been a very competitive person. I think this stems from me being involved in sports from a young age, and also having a father that was very competitive. I think the best example that illustrates my competition is my volunteering at the Boys and Girls Club. Every Thursday I volunteer at the Boys and Girls Club in Minneapolis, and am able to play sports and other games with the kids there. I have the hardest time letting the kids who are from ages six to twelve beat me in anything. I think I am good at using competition to my advantage, but at times in can get in my way because I become
This caused me to play pissed off and to the best of my abilities for a time. But it cause me to lose the love for the game and to begin playing at a subpar standard. I had to due something to start playing better or I was going to lose my spot in the starting line up. So I started to coach a little league team that one of our family friends son played on. I coached them how I was coached by drilling the fundamentals into them until it was muscle memory. And pushing them during workouts and conditioning all behind the motto of if “You want to be the best you have to train like the best.” Coaching those kids taught me how to love and play the game again. I noticed my game started to improve and I was playing back at the varsity level and enjoying the game again for the first time in a long