I emerged from the on deck circle and walked leisurely up to home plate, eyeing down the pitcher. My old, torn up black cleats were a shovel as they buried deep into the batter’s box and my lustrous metal bat was like a broom as it swept the brown, powder-like dirt off home plate. One of my teammates was on second base and the game was tied at three to three in the final inning of the game. All I needed to do was hit the runner home for my team to win the championship, but the smoky heat shooting off my blue uniform and the glare of the orange sun blinding my brown eyes were preventing me from doing so. I looked to my coach in the dugout and he touched his elbow, then his knee, signifying that he wanted me to swing the bat. In the background above the chants of the noisy crowd, I heard my dad scream, “Wait for your pitch Mike!” It all came down to this. It all came down to this.
I tightened the grip of both of my hands on the bat and all of the blood in my body swam to my white knuckles. I pushed my black helmet down so that the brim could shield some of the sunlight. My eyes were locked onto the pitcher,
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The ball was a shooting star as it cut through the air. It was going, going, GONE, over the green fence for a home run! I flew around the bases like a cat chasing a mouse as the adrenaline pumped through my veins. A group of blue shirts greeted me at home plate, cheering and jumping up and down, as a cloud of dirt circled around us in the air. My coach snuck up from behind me with a jug of ice water and poured it all over my sweaty uniform. My body was an ice cube, but I was so excited that I did not seem to mind. Then the tall, skinny commissioner of the league named Earl came up to me and my teammates and presented us with a massive golden trophy. I stood in front of the cheering fans and thought for a moment. All of this came from a swing and a hit, all of this came from a swing and a
Both “Full Circle” and “The Most Dangerous Game” have many differences with how the murder is presented in the story, but both also have many similarities. In the short story “The Most Dangerous Game” the murder was done for fun and sport, General Zaroff killed his victims to fulfill a hunting sensation. But in the short story “Full Circle”, the murder was done out of jealousy, because the Terry was rejected. Throughout my paper I hope to show the similarities and differences of the murder cases within the two stories.
Being hunted on an island is an experience like no other, whether it is a film or a short story. “The Most Dangerous Game” started off as a short-story, but was later turned into a film. Like many other films, the director has done some adjustments that differ from the short-story. The plot, setting, and characters were revised from the original form in the short-story. However, the difference in the characters was the most influential part that changed throughout the film.
In order to be the best, you have to beat the best. We saw and read two pieces describing this phrase. The Most Dangerous Game is about a hunter, Rainsford, who thinks that animals don't have any feelings expect the fear of death and pain. When going to the Amazon to hunt for tigers, he accidentally falls of the yacht and washes up on a peculiar and dark island called Ship-Trap Island. There is only one huge house or castle where there is one man living there. His name is Zaroff and is also a hunter. The only difference is that he hunts humans instead of animals. He invites Rainsford into his house and tells him about the stuff that he does. Zaroff wants to kill him in a game he has never lost...until now. The other piece was a movie called
Although pride can lead to beneficial outcomes, pride with the absence of empathy can lead to a devastating result. The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell shows that having too much pride and no empathy can get someone in some terrible trouble. The theme is proven by Rainsfords pride and unempathetic-ness, how the general had too much pride, and how the general only saw himself as the hunter, not the hunted.
All around it was quiet. [ADM2]The birds were chirping and the leaves were blowing. Suddenly, a man fled from the brush, holding only a knife in his right hand. After the fleeing man had ran some distance, another man came out of the brush holding a revolver. This man walked calmly after the fleeing man not worried that the he would escape. The old, erect man stopped, and loaded his revolver. He then took aim, shot a round and hit the fleeing man just as he turned around. The man dropped as he died instantly. The old man then walked over to the game he had just killed, grabbed the body by the shirt, and dragged the body into the brush. Richard Connell's The Most Dangerous Game is a story based on a man who thrives for hunting humans[ADM3]. The way Connell wrote this short story reveals some characteristics about him. The Most Dangerous Game is a psychological story about the author facing and overcoming fear.
"Get ready, General Zaroff," (Connell) states Rainsford as he is about to fight the General. "The Most Dangerous Game" is an adventurous story, written by one of the greatest American Literature authors. The story includes all the works: a detailed setting, an intriguing point of view, an interesting conflict, a protagonist and antagonist, a theme that shines throughout the story, and a mysterious twist at the end. "The Most Dangerous Game" won the O. Henry Memorial Award for short fiction in 1923 and 1924, which is proof that this story is worthy of reading. "The Most Dangerous Game" is analyzed as an exciting journey and a must-read short story for young adults everywhere.
In the story The Most Dangerous Game a character named General Zaroff has a passion for hunting. He has been hunting since he was born. He has hunted every animal known to man, but, then he gets tried of hunting the same animal over and over. So he discovers a new animal human flesh. General Zaroff is person of bad character because he is cruel, cowardly, and untrustworthy.
I felt as though I was watching a train barrelling towards me, an inevitable bullet that had come tumbling out of the opposing pitcher’s arm. But instead I stood immobilized, watching my team's only chance of winning whiz by me. Strike three. I heard my team from behind me shouting “SWING!” with my mind screaming the same. But my bat remained unmoving, the pop of the catcher's glove like the nail into the coffin that was our defeat. All I had to do to keep our hopes of winning hope alive was swing, and yet I couldn't. I stayed on the field afterwards, tossing the ball up in the air and swinging away, landing it on the thick maple barrel of the bat.
As I lay on my bed, that night I could still hear the umpire calling “ballgame” and solidifying victory and our mark on Mountain Grove Softball history. The adrenaline and excitement of the moment were still running through my veins as my mind started to drift. I soon found myself thinking of
All we had to do was beat a team we had beat numerous times before and then we would be in the finals. Easy right? So we thought. Going into that game I did not expect to feel the heartbreak that I did when it ended. Finally, game day had arrived; in the first inning, things seemed to be going as planned, we were up five or six runs. By the fourth inning, we were down nine to five and it only went downhill from there. My heart started to ache and the feeling of frustration flew through my body. As the ninth inning rolled around we were still losing and we could not get it
I looked in their faces and knew mine mirrored theirs. I didn’t want it to, but it did. Just ten minutes ago, we all were so jubilant. We were so sure we were going to win. We had all wanted it for so long, but we finally felt is as our destiny just a few moments ago. But as our opponent threw the ball in the air, I knew she was just about to serve another ace. However, when the ball landed three feet in front of our best passer, something snapped inside of me.
The announcer began announcing our team to start the introduction for the game. Since I was the lead-off batter, my name was echoed over the park first. It was at this time that the feeling elevated; the feeling that makes every baseball field so special. As my teammates yelled for me, while I ran to the nearest baseline and faced the crowd, the feeling gave me goose bumps and raised the hairs on the back of my neck. The feeling is so amazing that it will keep me playing baseball for as long as possible because it makes my love for the sport that much more. I can't even begin to explain the complex feeling I get when I walk on a baseball field, but that feeling will always be cherished and hopefully when I pass on my love of baseball to others, they will too understand what that special diamond makes me feel like.
I looked through the crowd of people in my row all dressed out in their home spirit team. The bloody red color of the B spelling Boston on the jerseys with the ketchup stains on the fans shirts. Compared to the field of precisely cut grass, so green and handled with care. The sand finely grained, wetted and pearly white paint coats the sand connecting the bases together. Each base is dusted and cleaned so that even those in nosebleed seats can recognize the famous bases that get used for stealing and home runs. I watched as the players marched out on to the field with only pure testosterone that drives them. The first pitch of the game struck the catcher's mitt like a bullet; I can hear the ball whistle in the air striking the tough fibers of the leather brown mitt. It was a strike; both teams were evenly matched, this final game would decide who would win the pennant. The St. Louis Cardinals held pride being on top of their division. The game went on into overtime Both sides were exhausted with sweat rolling down their faces and adrenaline pumping. The Red Sox were the last to bat before the game would come to an
When the World Series arrived we lost three games in a row. The Red Sox were almost guaranteed to win the championship and sweep us. But we came back, and our team was on fire. We won three games straight just like they did. It was game seven and it was our time to shine. The Headlines were all about us. The biggest headline of all was “ The Legend VS. The Rookie.” As i thought back I remembered Clayton Kershaw will pitch against us in game seven. The crowd roared as we run out onto the field. Suntrust park was jam packed for game seven. Since we were the home team the Red Sox hit first. We retired the side 3 up 3 down. Thanks to the tremendous pitching of Julio Teheran. As we went up to bat the stadium was trembling. I was batting third in the lineup,
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