The catcher pelted the ball as I cut the corner to second and bam I got hit right in my… The day of my last baseball game just so happened to be on my birthday so I really wanted to win so I did all of my power to not lose. The rest of the team was on the same exact page. So we did everything to win just like the golden state warriors. Right, when we pulled up to the field I was feeling a win coming. I went to the field and the first thing I did was stretch as well as run 5 laps around the field as always. “Ok lineup for warm-ups,” the coach said. As we ran to warm-ups my friends asked “who wants to when today” within the blink of an eye all of the team said me. I felt like we already won. In the middle of warm-ups, a line drive slammed my right arm cause me to almost be benched. As the coach told me I couldn’t play I said wait, you're not going to let me play because I got hit I can still play with or without pain. “Noah can take hit,” said the rest of the team let him play and then the umpire yelled coaches to home plate. …show more content…
The first inning was not short it took a while for the pitcher to start throwing strikes, but they didn’t score so I was ok with it. Then out of nowhere my team was on fire they just couldn’t get out everyone was getting hits. When I came up to bat I was so ready I knew this pitcher like white on
After that everything felt like it was in slow motion. The last thing I was was my first base coach as the ground reached out and pulled me down face first. For a second I contemplated not even getting up. I was utterly humiliated. But I did. And when I did, I absolutely died laughing. I stood up after the initial shock and was greeted with a chorus of ‘Are you okay?!’’s. After reassuring them all that I was fine I trotted back over to the batter’s box, still laughing, and got ready to hit again. I fouled off another pitch and finally regained a shred of composure. Thwack. The the ball sailed deep into center field and over the center fielder's head. I made it to second but was stranded by my teammates, and from there I headed back to the
Standing in the batter box, anxious. Looking forward I see the pitching machine signaling green. First ball comes almost nailing me in the thighs, but lucky enough I was able to get out quickly. I wasn’t ready for such a fastball. I just kept my cool and kept swinging. And that was when I heard “CLANG!”, my first ball hit went straight back at the pitching machine.
That night after practice my coach told me something I would never forget; he said, "Look, no matter what happens tomorrow at the game, you have been one of the best players I have ever coached and I want you to go out there tomorrow knowing you are going to win."
If you have ever met me, or know me, you would know that I love sports, and you would know my favorite sport of all time is baseball, and that my favorite sports team is Boston Red Sox. I am what you call a die-hard Red Sox fan; you can compare me as Red Sox fan to actor Jimmy Fallon’s character in the movie, Fever Pitch. My strong love for the Red Sox comes from my step-dad Phil. Phil has always been like a second father to me since he and my mom got together, back in early 2000s. Phil is always trying to teach and help me learn from my mistakes, and I have made my share of them. Nevertheless, I also cherish the moments I spend with him at Red Sox games. The experiences I have at Red Sox games are moments in my life, I will never forget, that I will always remember, One game in particular I most remember is my first Red Sox game at Fenway Park.
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.
The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.
I was up to bat, waiting for the pitcher to throw the ball and it felt like a sloth trying to move. Finally the ball was off, its laces spinning towards me getting closer and closer. Wam I swung and hit the ball, further and further away it went. I round the bases, going faster and faster. As I am rounding 3rd base people behind the net behind home plate were yelling ” Slide”. I did not hear them yelling slide so I didn’t, when I touched home plate I was standing up and there were all yelling” touch home plate so I was confused because I did. It took me a few second to take it in and when I did the catcher was right next to me so I tried to juke him out but it didn’t work and the Umpire called me out. Everyone went crazy because they were so
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
I became really mad because I only got one hit that game. My teammates before me got on. There was runners on first and third I got up and hit the ball over the right fielder's head and it landed behind the fence. I didn’t know it was a homerun so I was running around the bases at full speed. When I got to third my coach yelled “slow down,” at me.
It continued that way for the rest of the game, with us enjoying the food, and my dad saying “maybe next time” each time a player swung at a bad pitch. We bought peanuts, we even got another hot dog. I had never eaten such delicious hot dogs. We’d hope every time a batter started out, and then were disappointed as one by one they struck out and retired on the bench. After all, it was a really pleasant day with great food, fine weather, and special time with my dad. The final score was 7 to 0, so it was nine innings of hoping and then losing. We were disappointed about that score, but otherwise it was a perfect
and I knew what I needed to do. I calmed all my omg-I-can't-believe-this-is-happening nerves and took the mound. I was doing everything in my powers to stop this team and lead my team to the 'ship. As the game was continuing to progress, I was doing great. I had not given up a hit yet.
“Strike one… Strike two,” the umpire yelled out. On the third pitch the ball is blasted toward me, but I wasn’t stunned. Instead I dove for the ball and caught it. There’s one out! The inning didn’t last long. Right after I got that first out, our teams morale went up and the opposing teams went down. The next two outs happened in about 2 minutes.
The coach told me I had a good arm, so he told me to go to shortstop. I was excited because short stop is my favorite position to play. I got my first ground ball and threw the guy out it was like taking candy from a baby. After we took infield, our head coach told us to put on our helmets and grab our bats. I went in to hit and at first I thought I was to going hit good, then I started popping everything up in the air I didn't hit that great, but I wasn't gonna let that stop me from having a good try out.
Go!Ball!Go! I don’t ever want to forget my first home run. Furthermore, at the start of the game my team was warming up. I didn’t expect to hit a home run. One of my coaches kept saying for a couple of games you are going to hit a home run! I really wasn’t doing so good at the start. Also, I was the number one hitter and the number one hitter usually isn’t a power hitter, they are usually a contact hitter. It was the last inning and we were down 8-5 with one out. Then I got up to bat. Strike one then strike two. Finally, I was really nervous and I also had butterflies in my stomach. My heart was pounding like someone punching the wall hard. Then I swung the bat. It was a high fly ball gone home run. That was my first ever home