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. “I want to play in front of these many people one day.” I started looking up at the sky and the clouds and saw something …show more content…
that caught my eye, a shooting star. “no way.” as I started to wish “I wish to be the best MLB player ever.” saying it so fast just hoping my dream comes true. It was around 10:45 so I decided to head back to bed, but it was hard. “could this wish really happen?” “I guess i’ll just see in the morning” As I lay my head down and close my eyes to go to bed. The next morning, i woke up and quickly looked outside to see if anything was different. Everything was the same but just something felt different. I did the same thing i did every morning, went downstairs and got a bowl of cereal then go shower, brush my teeth and go hang out with friends. After ding all that, i looked outside and it was a warm day. The Red Sox has another game tonight against Those Yankees. I got a call on my phone and when I looked who it was my heart dropped. It was David Ortiz, the Red Sox best player and my favorite player of all time. “Hello?” saying all slow not knowing if this is a joke. “Dylan when are you coming to the park for BP(batting practice)?” said David i dropped my phone and ran around the house in excitement. “IT HAPPENED” i kept screaming. “Ill be there asap” i said stuttering because i'm so excited. Walking to the park was literally a 2 minute walk, just right across the street. I walked inside the gate and there was this old guy waiting for me. “you must be Dylan Ostler.” said the worker. “yes thats me” “Let me escort you to your locker” in my head i was going crazy, my own locker, get to play for my favorite team, so much emotion. But I was trying to stay calm and not look to excited. Walking down the aisle that led to the locker room was the best part, all these old memorabilia of all the greats of the Red sox. We walked into the clubhouse, there was no one there but I didn't care I wanted to keep soaking this in. I walked over to the locker that said my name on the top. The locker had my own jersey with my favorite number. “Wow this is amazing.” i said as i was putting on my jersey. “C’mon dylan lets go hit.” i heard david say. I followed him out the clubhouse and into the aisle with all the memorabilia up to the dugout and out onto the field. Fenway park is one of the oldest parks around, in left field it was only 280ft but there is a 30ft wall called the Green Monster. The green monster leads into center field which stands 420 ft away from home plate, in right center field was triples alley which was 450ft away, then right field pole is 300 ft away. After hitting BP it was game time, we went back into the clubhouse and got all ready for the game. When we walked out the dugout i looked out at all the fans and couldn't believe my eyes. “there's so many of them.”I said with my eyes popping out of my head. “you’ll be fine.” as me and david ran onto the field after being called by the announcer. My first at bat would be against CC sabathia, a cy young award winner a couple years ago, getting the cy young award is by far the best award you can get if you're a pitcher.
Means to say he is a very good pitcher. My first at bat CC threw a fastball at 97 mph, i took it for a strike and now i was ready. The next pitch he thought he could sneak another fastball by me and I swung as hard as I could and made great contact and hit it over the green monster that stood high in left field. The crowd went crazy. “DYLAN, DYLAN,DYLAN” Running around the bases was the best feeling ever, I had never thought this day would come. I’ve always dreamed of playing in the MLB and playing for the Boston Red Sox, now my dream has finally come true. This has been the craziest day ever, finishing running the bases and going into the dugout to get congratulated by my teammates and coaches. After the game i went back home and was extremely exhausted from the game. I fell asleep not knowing if my wish would continue forever or stop after today, there was only one way to find out. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. The next morning I woke up and looked outside, there was a sign that said “Series Finale Tonight, watch the Red Sox play against the Yankees and come watch Dylan Ostler hit a couple more home runs. My wish will last
forever.
We went down by the players to try to get an autograph, and I was right next to Charles tillman! The person next to me got his autograph but I got a high five. When I sat back down I felt the cold plastic from the seat. The game started and the sun started to come out. The warm rays shined on my side of the stadium so it got a little warmer.
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.
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.
“It was really exciting,” McDearmid said of her home run. “I liked getting it early in the season and it gave me confidence to hopefully get a couple more throughout the season.”
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.
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 stood at the front gate of Fenway park, home of the Boston Red Sox, where the Green Monster stands tall, the year of 2013. As soon as I walked in through the front gate, the warm smell of hot buttery popcorn made my mouth water with comfort. This familiar smell brought me back to the times I went to baseball games with my Dad and grandfather. The spots of spilled soda stains stick and sizzle on the cold hard concrete floors surrounding the stadium. The steam of a freshly boiled hot dog fills my nostrils with delight. A few moments later the umpire had a scratchy voice that emitted through the stadium and announced, “Play Ball”. Then the fans all seated waiting for the game to begin. After a few minutes the 1st inning began and one of the most
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Growing up, I have always had a passion for baseball. To me, it is much more than just a sport. There have been times when it has acted as an escape from many problems in my life, as I feel that when I am on the diamond, nothing can hurt me. I am aware that many people feel this way about the sport they love, but sadly their careers often come to an abrupt end due to injury. I have a personal connection to this experience.
Yet, the memorable 1960 World Series, with its abundance of bizarre circumstances and unflattering miscues, combined with an assortment of inexplicable managerial decisions, is a story I would never intentionally alter. And because I was able to watch all except two-thirds of an inning from the Yankee bullpen and witness the unfolding of this crazy, but incredible nine-day drama, I hoped to share some of my own insight and personal thoughts about this disappointing period in my life, before any more time slips
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Once I released it, I knew that he was going to hit it. CRACK! It was a 500 foot home run to give them a one run lead. My perfect game was over. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Will hit a triple, and my teammate, Kris, hit a sacrifice fly to center field. It was tied 1-1. Next, our first baseman, Jose Alvarez, hit a homerun for a walk off win! We were victorious! The following day, I received a call from Amaro, saying that he would bring me up to Triple A Lehigh to challenge my game, and that my contract would stay the same, unless I make it up to the Phillies that year. In my AAA debut, I pitched for two innings and allowed eight runs. I felt like I would be sent down to Clearwater again. However, in my next game, I pitched for a complete game allowing just four hits and only one run. Against the Pawtucket Red Sox, I pitched for eight innings, allowing two runs, and only three hits. The next game, I pitched for nine innings, allowing two hits, earning zero runs. The following day, I received a voicemail from Amaro, and he
I was up next to bat, and I was so nervous, I was shaking. My heart was beating ten times the normal speed, and before I stepped into the batter’s box, I anxiously looked down to third base. My third base coach called “timeout” and talked to me on whether or not I wanted to bunt. I had so much pressure on me, but I replied with a “no” because I didn’t feel like I would be able to bunt off this pitcher. So the game resumed, and as I stepped into the batter’s box my heart was beating so fast I thought the catcher could hear it. The pitcher started her wind up I didn’t take my eyes off the ball until I felt it make contact with my bat. As soon as I made contact I ran as fast as I could down to first base, adrenaline rushing through me. My hit went just short of the pitcher’s mound. The pitcher got the ball, and made a bad throw to first base. The umpire called me “safe” and there was an uproar of cheers from the crowd. My hit allowed the girl on third base to advance home, scoring the winning run. My dad was coaching first base at the time, and he gave me a big hug when I was called safe, and my whole team swarmed me with hugs. I felt like I was on top of the
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