Unlike Reuven, I was not batting at the time of the accident but instead I was stealing second base, which I did so successfully in the fact that I was safe but unsuccefully in the fact that I broke my arm. I knew instantly that it was broken and immediately left the field and went to the doctor and had my arm set and put into a full arm cast that was hot pink. At the time I was only twelve and the cast made it so I could not fully extend my arm so simple tasks like doing my hair or buttoning my pants up became impossible to do by myself. This injury also took me out of softball for the rest of the season and also out of school volleyball that same year.…
It was springtime during the year of 2012, I was just about to start my summer. I was looking on the internet for sports to do in Kaneland, because I wanted to compete at a higher level. But I was not always comfortable with playing on a travel baseball team, but I knew this could be a great opportunity for me, so I took a risk and after all it, payed off. I asked “Dad would you think I would be able to compete and play on the travel baseball team” He smiled “Yes, but one thing I learned when I was young and playing baseball is; it is a game of mistakes, and the only way you can succeed is if you practice over and over to improve.”…
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.…
Baseball has and always will be a part of my life. Just like other activities, some seasons have been spectacular and others have been just average. But I have always had this certain drive in me to go through struggles and eventually come out on top among other competitors. Sophomore year was supposed to be my year, my year to be the starting catcher on the varsity baseball team at Mary Persons High School. The baseball coach even said that in his own words.…
The game of baseball has always been in my life since I was a child. My love for the game began when I was five years of age signing up for tee ball at the local little league. As a child, I would imagine myself as a professional ballplayer. I would mimic my idols every chance I had or I would dream of myself being in a critical situation to win the game and to make history. Now, I am chasing my dream by trying to become one of those greats who played the game.…
Travel Baseball “Were going to Nebraska for baseball this summer’’ my mom said. I was really happy to hear that we were going to Nebraska because It's always fun going out of state with my team. I started to play travel baseball when I was 11 years old. I spend most of my summers playing the great game of baseball, and traveling out of state to baseball tournaments.…
I played sophomore baseball for Senior over the summer. It was the best season I've ever had as a Dubuque Senior High School baseball player. I was the pitcher on the team, also known as the "Ace". Before the last couple of games we had an anonymous team vote on which award people should get. At the end of the season we had a potluck with the varsity team and the sophomore team.…
My first game is just around the corner. I am at baseball practice in the batting cages with my brother, Nick. We are both wearing our baseball helmets.. “Pitching to you is my favorite,” Nick sarcastically said to me.…
I have one brother and two sisters. My brothers name is Alec and my sisters names are Hannah and Clarissa. Clarissa is the oldest one, then it's Hannah, Alec, then me. I'm the youngest in the family. Everyone in my family plays a sport, the girls in the family play softball because our mom and aunt played since they were little and carried it onto us.…
I became very embarrassed the moment I was kicked off the baseball team. The moment Presley and I got into it during the summer of 2016 really sticks out to me because it's the reason I moved to Galatia. The summer before my junior year of high school my school got a new superintendent. His name is Mike Gauch.…
One situation where I found myself in a fixed mindset was when I was a freshman at Mountain Pointe high school trying to make the baseball team. At the time, I had a half-hearted passion for baseball that made me want to be on the school baseball team, but I felt that everything would come natural to me because I was Dominican. I was quite proud of how Dominicans were typically great at baseball quite naturally it seemed. However, with this knowledge I became highly critical about everything I did when playing baseball at the high school camps before the baseball tryouts. I did not focus on overall improvement as I tried to ensure that every throw, batting, and pitch was perfect.…
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.…
Baseball was the majority of my summer weekends, and I would have it any other way. Long weekends at hotels all across the state from Battle Creek to Frankenmuth, we played baseball where ever it was to be played. But these stages could not prepare me for where I was about to play next. The University of Dayton baseball stadium, the nicest natural field I have ever played on. It was beautiful from the seats, the mound, the outfield wall, it was all gorgeous.…
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.…
The tear was rare, so he sent me to a surgeon more familiar with the injury. My worst nightmare came true. My grief was overbearing, and maybe to others, dramatic, but only an athlete would understand. Through my sorrow, I was anything but joyous. I only felt sorry for myself, yet, somehow when I went to the next specialist, I had a lot of hope in my heavy heart.…