Baseball has to be one of America’s best pastimes. There are only a hand full of sports that have originated in America, and with that said, baseball has to be one of the most beloved sports we have in today’s time. Baseball has affected young men, men of color, even women and along the way started some club and team rivals. There has been such a love for the sport since it came about. This sport really gives room for competition, family oriented events, and everything in between.…
In the beginning of the 1960s, it seemed to be the dawn of a golden age, but by the end of the 60’s many Americans thought the nation was falling apart. The JFK assassination, Vietnam war, fights for civil rights, racial tensions, radical students, and the MLK assassination were main events that took place in the 60’s that made many Americans fear the worst for our nation. In the middle of all the hate, crime, and death were 16 major league baseball teams fighting for a championship, not caring what was going on in the rest of the country. While America seemed to be falling apart, baseball was on the rise, and having what most people would say its own golden age.…
Baseball: the sport where you stand around for 20 minutes and move 3 feet to the left and move 3 feet to the right. It’s so intense. It’s so intense that you could take a nap on the field with everything out there. Of course, I’m being sarcastic. The only time it’s actually fun is when you’re annihilating the other team while they’re asleep on the field.…
The baseball diamond has a magical effect on my emotions, which produce so much energy it seems to take over my body and mind. I’ll never forget my first baseball glove and bat. It was spring time in 1983, the snow had finally melted, robins were singing on bare tree branches and the maple trees were blooming. My father took me into town driving our Burgundy 1980 Chevy Malibu Classic. As we parked the car, I asked my dad” what are we doing here”?…
Imagine a baseball tee falling on your head. Can you picture it? Well, that happened to me. When that baseball tee fell on my head, it hurt, and it wasn't easy to deal with, but I persevered and got through it. So how it happened was, I was 5 or 6 years old, my whole family was outside, and I went into the shed.…
“Nice swing,” hollers Jeremy, my softball coach, as he places another ball into the pitching machine (6). One after another, I can hear the nice sound of the crack of my bat as I drill line drives up the middle. “Let’s end on a good hit,” Coach calls out. He puts the ball in the machine and I take a vigorous swing. The ball flies with power straight over my coaches head.…
I step up to the plate-palms sweating, heart racing. Two strikes go and now I know I have to hit the next one. The pitcher winds up and “crack!” I’m off to the races.…
My very first baseball game I can remember it like it was yesterday. A hot sunny day Burning the pavement, the heat beating down on our car as we drive to downtown Houston. After three exhausting hours and two tire blowouts we finally arrived at Minute Maid Park the home of the Houston Astros, my first baseball game. Once we got past the security line we were free to go to our seats which were located in the middle of first and home. We got there about half an hour before the game started so the batters were out in the batting cage crushing the ball with a mighty swing, I was hypnotized by how gracefully they moved their…
“Kick the ball loser!” I vaguely heard from across the field. I had just won a successful round of wood chips on the main playground just around the front of the school. We fifth graders received extra recess time come the end of the school year, considering we would be heading off to middle school soon.…
An activity I cherish the most is softball. This sport has been my favorite ever since I was three years old. Softball to me is a time to let my worries disappear. At the age of seven years old, I learned the rules of the game and began to play for Palmer Ball. My favorite position to play is to pitch or 3rd base.…
In my life, nothing has taught me more about life than the game of baseball. When you play a game that is about winning and losing since early childhood, you will be able to handle the winning and losing of life a lot easier. Losing always make players dream of what it would be like to win a championship and be the best at there game. I experienced the ups and down’s of this game all to well, and wouldn’t be that person I am today without it.…
Some people’s life revolve around the beautiful American pastime called baseball. People play baseball, coach baseball, watch baseball, and sometimes they even make references to baseball through metaphors. Back in the 1950’s, racial tensions between blacks and whites were high. Baseball legend, Jackie Robison, had recently become the first African American to break the color barrier in the Major Leagues, yet many people still failed to see black athletes as equals to white athletes, regardless if they were more talented. In the play.…
As soon as I take a step out on the field, I forget everything outside of baseball. Before every game, I warm up by taking ground balls. As simple and meaningless as this sounds, it is one of my favorite things to do. Every single ground ball I field, I field with passion. Each one means something.…
What I was looking forward to doing my senior year, was leading my team as a senior to the best we could be. I was working harder than I ever had all winter long leading up to this. I had one goal that I did not see happen any of my four years there, which was getting to the state championship. There were a lot of things that had to go right for this to happen. The team had to be good, they had to work hard every day, they had to win districts, they had to win regional’s, and the most importantly the team had to get along great they have to be a family.…
As I walked into the stadium, the smell of hotdogs and popcorn filled the air. It was a familiar setting. A setting I had grown to know very well because my dad loved baseball. The red white and blue colors were everywhere as fans came from every direction into the stadium. My dad and I walked to the outfield where the opposing team was warming up for the game.…