As I stride down the hill toward the athletic center on a brisk September morning, the sun is just beginning to rise, and there is dew on the cut grass. I am heading to a meeting with my coach, letting him know that I will be done playing collegiate baseball, my first love. Since I can remember, I was in love with the game of baseball. I believe that when I was a kid, baseball taught me how to be passionate. I remember always impatiently waiting to play catch with my Dad or play whiffle ball with my brother. I believe baseball has taught me more than just passion. Baseball has also taught me invaluable lessons, and helped shape who I am as a person today. Baseball in high school taught me how to have a work ethic. Having grown up in a small working class Wisconsin town, having a work ethic is something that was instilled in you at a young age. I began implementing my hard work ethic both in baseball and in my academics right away. I spent countless hours before and after school in the gym, classroom or on the field. From this, I found success both in academics and in baseball. During my time in high school, success in …show more content…
This injury lasted the duration of my junior year, and I was unable to play. I remained a part of the team, going to every practice and going to every game, but it was during this time that I truly began to shift my focus toward being a student. My senior year, I was faced with a decision that resulted in me walking down to the athletic center that brisk fall morning. I decided that my days of playing baseball were finished. It was one of the most difficult decisions of my life, yet motivated me and empowered me in ways I never thought possible. Giving up baseball has given me the strength to stand on my own, and has cemented my self-confidence. Giving up baseball, my first love, has allowed me to pursue my more recent passion and love for
The one constant through all the years has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past. It reminds us of all that once was good, and what could be again
Now, I play baseball whenever in my spare time, which helps me reach my overall goal of playing the sport. It used to be for fun, but now I am trying to go farther than just having fun in the sport. I have had to do many things to get where I am, but I do not want to be finished yet, I want to keep going throughout my life and keep succeeding. “Baseball is a good thing”. Always was, always will be.”
As soon as I started high school, my goal was to play college baseball. I played baseball for a very competitive select club that traveled out of town every week from Thursday through Sun as well as practicing every Tuesday and Wednesday. All through high school, I sacrificed my free time in the summer to prepare myself for college baseball. After receiving offers from four year universities as well as junior colleges, I decided that a junior college would provide me the best opportunity to continue to develop as a player. Even though I decided I wanted to play at a junior college, I wanted the experience of going away to college and living in a dorm so I decided to attend a junior college in Iowa where they had dorms for student athletes. Being ecstatic to be able to go off to college and play baseball was short lived. During the first month of baseball practice, I injured my arm, spent two months in physical therapy with no improvement, and then finally receiving the bad news that I would need surgery to improve. Surgery was performed over Thanksgiving break, but I was now faced with months of physical therapy, which meant
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.
When I was younger the game of baseball was a safe haven for me. This was because I had a speech impediment which caused me to have trouble making friends at school. To counter my loneliness, I developed a close relationship with my dad. However, my dad worked six days a week and on his off days he always watched baseball. So, I decided to watch the games with him. I quickly became invested in the sport and watched every game that I could and eventually started covering the entire league. Gradually I began realizing that baseball
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.
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
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 knee injury took a big toll on my preseason of my sophomore year going threw physical therapy instead of playing in the games . Baseball is a hobby of mine ,never played threw high school, but have always had love for
Since I was about four or five years old I had watched my brother play baseball that I remember of. He had resigned from baseball at the same time I was about seven or eight, because he did not usually earn an amplitude of action while playing baseball. My mom was doleful when he stopped, but immediately upon the baseball and softball season came around I was asked to play so I decided why not. In this case this changed my life and my family's too. To go
When I was eight years old my farther enrolled me to play little league baseball at the Sports Complex. At the time I had never played a sport and I was very intimidated to try it out. I did not want to go to my fist game but my dad told me, “try it out, if you don’t like it you can find something else to do.” So I went fourth and played the game, to my surprise I was really good at playing the game. So from that day on I had a passion to play baseball. Through out my high school years I was involved in many baseball organizations and played baseball for my local high school. I enjoyed traveling with my teammates to different cities to play baseball. It was always an adrenaline rush stepping on to the baseball field because I knew I was playing ball with such great teammates and doing what I like to do. Though out the years baseball became an important aspect to my life. My dream was to master high school baseball and go into college division baseball.
As we step off the bus our noses are filled with the scent of the fresh food from the concession stand. My mind goes from the joking state that was present on the yellow bus to the killer mentality. As we make our way to the long dugout, the young fans from Fort Ann greet us with the usual high pitched cheers of how they believe the game will end. I make my way to the mound and feel the grainy dirt , as we have never been to Joe Bruno stadium before. Running this through my mind, I glance over to the section of students dressed in green and gold. They believe in me as I do myself. As the hard, but soft, ball runs through my hand, my pitching rival swings for the fences trying to end the game. The whiff of the bat is heard and we have recorded the final out. With two outs and the game tied, I feel my bat, as this could be the last time I ever use it. As the fast moving ball crosses in front of the pentagon shaped plate, I take a swing. My hips rotate, my hands back, the ball has carried over the gigantic wall. As the sweat runs over my lips, I make my way around the squishy bases, but it doesn’t feel like my career is over, rather it has just begun. I am met at home plate with ten loving teammates all dressed in the same cleats. We grab the wooden sectional title and kiss it over and over again as we climb into the screaming fans chanting with victory. As I am greeted with college coaches, I awaken from my slumber only to realize I must make my dreams my
Playing baseball has had a very positive effect on my life. The game of baseball has taught me so many life lessons and I am grateful for that. Throughout my time playing baseball some of things I've learned are: patience, responsibility, respect, and teamwork. All of these aspects that I've learned have made me the person I am today.
When I was growing up I always watched the neighborhood kids play baseball and I knew that I was going to play with them some day. As time went by I did play and my love for baseball grew. I played in leagues as a kid and began watching baseball on television with my family. I did not realize how much I enjoyed this sport and how important it became to me. I enjoy most sports but baseball is my favorite. It is full of excitement and holds many memories for me.
Baseball is America’s past time. All it takes is one crack of the bat or the smell of peanuts and cracker jacks and you’re instantly hooked on the game. One reason fans love baseball so much is because they play more games than any other sport which brings the fans even closer.