How To Love Baseball

This passage is important because Michael is ineligible to play because he doesn’t have a birth certificate so he coaches 3rd base. That reflects the theme because he finds a way to stick with baseball, even though he is not allowed to play. It might not seem like it, but this play won the game. The bottom of the lineup was up and everyone thought they would lose the game. The head coach told Bobby to just hit, but Michael gave him a different sign, he told him to bunt down the third base line. Everybody thought the game was over and the chances of going to Williamsport ( Little League World Series) was over. Bobby missed the first two times. Cory Allen, the pitcher thought he couldn’t touch the ball so he lobbed it in as soft as he could. Now instead of bunting Bobby was swinging as hard as he could. The ball didn’t even get past the infield, but he still had a chance. Bobby was running faster than he ever has when the shortstop threw the ball it was wild and it went over the first basebmen, which ment Bobby was

In the moment that Mikey goes on the team of baseball, they started to succeed in the games that they played, the arrival of Mikey make the team happy and exciting each game, and making the team one step closer to winning the baseball season.

Mike’s death was not his own fault since they probably shouldn’t have been practicing during a thunderstorm. This was apparent to the parents of the football team. They decided to have a meeting at the Fisher’s house to discuss this topic. On page 56, Paul’s mother says, “‘ Let’s make sure he’s the last one we lose!’” when trying to convince the coach to switch practice times.

At the end of the eighth inning we pick up the game with Kansas City leading the Minnesota Twins one to zero. Steve, sitting on the bench in the corner with a towel over his head in the Kansas City Royals dugout as his team is batting in the eighth inning, has thoughts that go back to his Little League days when his father Joe Ballard would say. “Don’t worry about the batter, play pitch and catch with the catcher. That’s how to win a game from the pitcher’s mound.”

It was tied three to three in the series. The Toronto Blue Jays vs. LA Dodgers. Star Jackson a center fielder, that is 6’2 and weighs 190 pounds, is the best player on the team. It was three days before game seven and Star is very nervous about the game. His mom and dad calm him down on the phone and say “It is just a game sweetie, whatever happens happens.”

It was a hot summer day, and Jackson was at his house getting ready for his baseball game. He was very anxious because if his team won the game they would be able to qualify for a tournament, that a lot of teams from other states would be participating in. But, before all of that came they needed to win this game. Jackson got his hat and went to the car, where his dad was waiting for him. On the way to the field his dad encouraged him to try his best and help his team. An hour later after they warmed up, the game started. Then, two hours later, the game ended and Jackson's team won four to two.

Only being the bat boy, Stanton had to bring his equipment to the ballpark everyday and go hit in the batting cages before the team showed up. Stanton thought to himself, “Why is coach asking me to swing in batting practice today? He has never done that once since I became the bat boy.” Stanton walked back onto the field and stepped into the batter’s box. Before Stanton even took a swing, he looked at the beautiful Marlins Park. Straight ahead was the bright, colorful outfield walls that were painted green. Stanton soaked in the atmosphere. While the batting practice pitcher went to throw the first pitch to Stanton, Johnny Field, the Marlins seventh round draft pick said, “Come on coach! You’re giving the bat boy a couple swings? Ha-ha that’s funny.” Just as Field finished his sentence, Scotty Stanton crushed the first pitch he saw into the left-center field gap, landing at an estimate four hundred feet. Coach Mattingly said, “Sit your ass down Field, we should have drafted this kid over you!” Stanton gave Mattingly a smile. Stanton continued to punish balls, smashing them all over Marlins Park. To others, it was just batting practice, but to Stanton, it meant more. It felt as if he had the game of baseball back in his life. When Stanton’s round was over, the Marlins players were impressed, besides the envious Johnny Field. One Marlins player even told Mattingly that this kid needs to be in the lineup. Mattingly

first person about his struggles in the beginning of his baseball career, and how he miraculously turns his

Saturday was the day of the try outs and Chris was the only one who wasn't involved in a chat. First he tried out at the batting cages to hit. Every pitch the coach threw at Chris was hit right back at him. Chris knew his hitting was the second best of his skills, so he knew he could make the team if he was weak in the other skills. Then arrived to pitch, he struck out every guy that came up to bat for practice. Chris also felt he was the most accurate pitcher there so his hopes of making the team were still strong. However,his confidence broke down when he was fielding. Every bouncer that came at him just wired right past him. He felt so embarrassed, but when he arrived at pop flies he caught all of them he felt great. Chris was confident he would

The second championship game began much like the first. By the seventh inning the score was seven to one in favor of Waterloo Valley. Being the home team, we had one more chance for survival in the bottom of the inning. The inning started with one hit after another, raising the team’s spirits with each one. The hits just kept coming until we finally found ourselves only down by only one run. The excitement in the dugout was soaring, and so, with a runner on third base and two outs, Coach Sullivan put in Jakob Crampton for what could be the final at bat of the season. After strike one the anxiety became overwhelming. With the second pitch on its way, Crampton swang the bat, and the dugout exploded into cheering as the ball found its way between the third baseman

The sun has risen and a young boy jumps out of bed with excitement, as he knows today he gets to go to his first professional baseball game. His father had bought him the tickets for his birthday months ago, and the boy had been counting down the days ever since. He put on his favorite ‘Cleveland Indians’ shirt, and ran downstairs to eat his yogurt and waffles for breakfast. As he ate, his mother saw him happily drawing Jacob’s Field, using his brown crayon to put the finishing touches on the base paths. The boy had a penchant attitude for baseball, as it was the first game his father ever taught him to play, and because of that, he would play whenever he could; with rocks and a stick, with his friends in the yard, and in his head when he

This time, Mac rolled it right down the pike. A meatball. My foot connected and the ball soared off into the distance. It went over the infield and above the center fielder's head, bouncing off the blue bench where we had made teams, and into the bushes. It was a great kick, and a terrific way to start off a game. I ran, as fast as lightning, my legs a machine, pumping towards first base. Then, I slowed to a mild jog when I saw the outfielder just getting the ball. I was Coming around second and heading to third, when Matt Weed, the third baseman, stuck out his leg and tripped me, with a smirk on his face. The ball was passed into the cut off man, who ran over and tagged me. I was not worried. Surely, Seth had seen Matt trip me and would grant me an extra base. Then, common sense hit me; I was talking about

My breakfast started to creep back up my throat as game time got closer and closer. I walked across the patch of grass behind home plate and was towered over by the 30 foot backstop with a huge net suspended from it. My bulging bag of equipment was beginning to make my shoulder hang. I walked down the steps into the cement dugout and placed my bag under the bench that spanned the entire length of the dugout. I sat down, laced up my cleats, and put my warm-up jacket on in preparation for batting practice. I stepped onto the grass surrounding the dugout to get the feeling of how wet the grass was. I dug my cleats into the grass and began my usual routine of taking certain practice swings as I gazed upon the press box in the wake of the backstop. Preceding the burn in my forearms, caused from the practice swings, I marched behind the dugout to the rows of batting cages to wait my turn in line. Pacing back and forth I knew I had to keep my nervousness to a minimum. I popped in a wad of Big League Chew and continued to

It was a chilly Monday night as I finished putting on my baseball uniform. I was nervous because it was the championship game. We were playing our rival team, the Yankees. My close friend Tom was their pitcher, and he struck out a lot of people. Tonight, I was going to get a hit off of him. At least I hoped so. I heard a beep in the driveway and realized it was my mom who was ready to go. ¨ Coming Mom!¨ I shouted through the garage door. As I jogged to the car, I could not stop thinking about getting a hit off of Tom.

Throughout the house, the soft sounds of a hard ball dropping into a mitt could be heard over and over again. Walking around or lying on the floor watching TV, Sam tossed his only baseball all summer long. Sam the Pro, was always organizing a baseball game down at the church lot, the furthest distance the two youngest were allowed to go from their backyard. He was always the captain, always the pitcher and always the home run hitter. The room vibrated with his chatter as he recited the stats from his baseball cards and which ones he needed to complete a whole team.