In a baseball game, the bat hits the ball. I’ve never heard of the bat hitting a 5 year old’s head. How does something like that happen? Never will I ever again play with a bunch of boys. Especially if there swinging a baseball bat around in circles.
A softball game on a hot summer day. My family was going to my dad’s softball game. Today was the championship playoffs. If his team won their first game, they would go on to their second game where they would go up against the, Mighty Mounds of Clay. Their name is weird, the way the play is weird and the fans cheering them on are weird. Though I don’t remember much, I can remember everything that happened before I woke up with a bright light in my eyes.
I was 5 years old, I was shy and didn’t have much courage and talk to people. Making friends was always hard. So sitting with my mom and helping her with my baby brother was what I chose to do the whole game. Like I said, ‘I chose’. My mom told me that we had just won our first game and that we had about an hour wait before we went on to play our second game. She wanted me to go play with this big group of kids. They were all my age, More than half was boys and maybe there was about two girls. I had said, “Ok”. But inside, my heart was racing, my brain was telling
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me, don’t go, what if they don’t like you……….what if they say hi. I made my way over to the group of kids. On my way I recognized one of the boys swinging a baseball bat in circles. I walked up to the kids and asked if I could join them in their game of, who can swing a bat as fast as they can In a circle. Yes each had their own thoughts and opinions. Some said I don’t care and some said why? My first thought was to just join in in and stand to the side and wait. Oh, no. my little brain of mine was not wanting to think the right way and decided to tell my feet to walk me over to one of the girls in the group. They had stopped swinging the bat now and the boys were fighting over who was going to swing the bat next and again my little brain was right back to not thinking. So my brain has this great idea to walk right in the little circle of kids and head towards the girl on the far left. But by now, the boys have already decided who was going to swing the bat rapidly. Of course I don’t look both ways like when crossing a street and… POW! I was hit in the head with the bat. My head, split open in the front. My mom, running to help me. My sight, pitch black. Me, laying there stiff and having my loved ones thinking I’m dying. But I didn’t, I just blacked-out for about 7 hours. I would think Id be dead if I wasn’t talking, my eyes were closed and blood rushing out of my head. The peramedics was on their way. We they arrived, I was cleaned up and put in the back of the ambulance. I can remember waking up in a hospital bed with a bright light shinning in my eyes.
Being that I was a little kid, I thought I was on my way to heavan. But soon, my representation of an angel turned in to a nurse. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?” I wake up, I say yes to her questions and go to sit up but she stops me and lays me back down. “don’t sit up, im going to get your parents.” I lay there in bed and wait. My mom and dad walk in and they smile, hug and kiss me. The nurse says that im able to go home and in few minutes. Time passes and im on my way home. My family calls to see if im okay and send gifts. I slept the rest of the day. Never again will I, play with a group of kids with a baseball
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I love baseball. I love to play baseball and read baseball comics. I have read a lot of Japanese baseball comics, and almost all Japanese baseball comics’ heroes were fastball pitchers. This comic’s hero was a typical typed pitcher in Japanese baseball comics. He could throw the fastest fastball in his team, and became the ace pitcher of his team when he was a freshman.
My senior year of baseball was quickly coming to an end. I knew the only games we had left were the playoff games. It was the first round of the state playoffs. We were the fourth seed, so we had to play a number one seed. I knew it was going to put our team to the test, but I knew we had a chance to beat them. We had a good last practice before game day, and I felt confident in my team and felt like we were ready for the game.
baseball game my 3rd grade year . It was a beautiful day, a few clouds covering
Several summers ago, I made my first All-Star baseball team for a local little league. When I heard that I was picked, I was overwhelmed with happiness. A lot of my friends and teammates in years past had made the team, but never me. I was finally selected by the head coach of the All-Star team, and considered it quite an honor.
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According to NCAA research, only 9.7% of college baseball players make the transition from college to the pros (“Estimated Probability”). The Huffington Post reports that about 1 in every 200 high school seniors who play baseball will eventually be drafted into the MLB (“How Hard Is It to Make It to the MLB?”). These numbers show how hard it is to make the pros. In order to become a successful baseball player, a person needs to know the steps to becoming a professional, understand how to find purpose in the organization, and picture what real success in general looks like, so that dreams can become realities.
As I layed in my bed on a cold and windy Friday night, i could hear the roar from Fenway park across the street. The Red Sox had a game tonight against their long time rival the New York Yankees. Their games would always be so thrilling and so exciting to be at, i was a young 15 year old boy who like everyone else wanted to be a MLB baseball player. I had always dreamed about playing on that beautiful and playing against those Yankees. Living in Boston mostly everyone here absolutely hates the yankees. I was having a hard time going to bed so i looked outside and was looking at all the people outside walking outside the Ballpark.
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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
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I remember it as clear as day. It had been a fairly normal week, and a routine average day. It was a Friday and I was driving home from school in my trusty Toyota Tercel. I was getting into the dreaded mental set of the game that I would be playing in that night. I had to play in the band at halftime and it was the first performance of the season. The whole ride to my house I thought about the game and hoped and prayed that we wouldn't make huge fools of ourselves. Before I knew it, I was already home. I remember thinking that it felt like the shortest drive ever, getting to beautiful Rolling Oaks. When I got home, little did I know, that there would be a huge surprise waiting for me that would change my life forever.