Personal Narrative Essay: The Fall Ball Team

I’m sure you’ve been told persistence is key, and believe that you can do something, not that you can’t. Well I’m not going to show it to you, or tell you, I’m going to prove it to you. The summer after 4th grade year, our baseball team had the greatest summer ever. At the beginning of the season since their was so many kids at our age group that wanted to play, the adults in charge had to split it up into 3 teams. All 3 teams had fair or average seasons. My team had the best of the 3, but it wasn’t quite good enough. We had had, just enough success, not as much as we would have liked. We found ourselves barely sneaking into the tournament as the worst out of 8 seeded teams. We had to play against the undefeated Watertown team in the first round. We were told we had no chance to win, and we believed that too. The most I’ve ever been wrong in my life was saying, “we have no chance to beat them.”

As soon as I made my very first varsity baseball appearance, I knew that I had to be the very best I could be or there was never going to be a chance of ever putting on that white and maroon crisp cleaned dri-fit Russel number 18 jersey. My heart was beating beyond faster than it should be at my first at bat because I had always heard “Just wait you haven't seen nothing yet, wait till you face them varsity pitchers.” Players older than me had constantly been saying that throughout my freshman season and it kept repeating over and over in my head like a broken record. Although I had studied the pitcher and had seen with my very own eyes, he wasn’t as good as everyone talked him up to be. I was still overawed and very nervous about messing up.

Each and every week I would head out to the baseball park, not because the experience would always leave me with joy, but because of the joy and satisfaction that the players had when they came and left the field. Many of the player’s parents told my fellow buddies and I, that the players would start counting down the days until the next Sunday, as soon as they’d get into the car! Throughout the entire Challenger season, I was reminded of how easy my life actually is, and how a how much I take for granted daily. With this program having such a great impact, I was dedicated to making sure that the player’s experience was the best possible. Which meant that I would often get there early, and help our Challenger division coordinator, to set up and makes sure that everything was ready for when the players came. My hard-work, and readiness to help out obviously were apparent to the coordinator, Jeff Sandes, as he came to me at the end of last year’s season to thank me for all the hard work, time and effort, I had put in to make sure that the players' experiences were the best

With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.

With renewed energy and determination, we mounted a comeback. Therefore, through effective communication and positive reinforcement, I was able to inspire my teammates to bring their best performance under pressure. In the end, we won the game, not only because of our individual skills, but also because of our teamwork and leadership. This experience taught me the importance of communicating effectively, and believing in the abilities of my teammates, and showed me that leadership is also about inspiring others to achieve their full potential. Off the field, the leadership skills I have developed through baseball have translated into my academic life.

A lot of kids get put in nerve racking situation the bottom of the third inning with one out and jason and mason on first and third.I was now up to bat I dug my feet deep into the batter's box nervous but also anxious I heard all my teammates cheering in the background saying let's go Tyse and let's go number 7.The pitcher is now in his windup and ready to deliver the first pitch the pitcher reared back and threw I got set and focused on the ball it was coming in fast and high so I let it go for ball one.I stepped out of the batter's box and took a practice swing and looked at coach for signs.I stepped back into the batter's box and dug my cleats into the dirt, I got set then focused on the pitcher as he started his windup.I got set and watched

We won we are going to state! In May 2015 my high school baseball team finally beat St. Thomas Moore in the regional championship to go play in the state tournament in Sioux Falls, that was something that the Winner/Colome baseball team has not done since 2009. So on May 30th 2015 we headed to the State tournament in Sioux Falls, and in the first game we played Dell Rapids. We ended up having to play 13 innings in about 95 degree weather we ended up winning to go to the championship where we would play West Central the team that was favored to win the championship. I am going to tell you a little about the plans, the expectations and what really happened to our baseball team last spring.

As I put off opportunities to improve my skills, and my character, the toll only became harsher and more difficult to overcome. In turn, my status among the other athletes began to deteriorate. Witnessing my peers expedite their game as I still struggled did not phase me so much at the time. In fact, I was sure that my role on the team would remain the same. This was obviously false, as within the matter of weeks I was pushed back further in the batting lineup, and committing more errors in the field than ever before. It was during our playoff run that I had realized the resulting detriment, when each player was counted on more than ever before. We ended up making it to the championship, only being one run short of winning. Although our team was able to accomplish that much, I felt short handed when it came to the successful

The extreme Texas summers are torture to anyone caught in the sun with no purpose, yet it was the only time of year I had something to look forward to. Blazing summers meant baseball season. It was my third year playing for the cardinals and our incredibly fun 11 losses and no wins season was coming to an end with our final game of this full childhood memorable year. Everything felt different today. As if there was a purpose I am where I am and I held meaning.

That when you do something in the past that you weren’t good at, then you try it again. When, you try it again you would know what to do but better. So, when I took a break from baseball and didn’t play for months and I came back better than I ever was. So, taking a break was a good thing for me cause i cleared my head and had a different mindset. And, they made me be better at what I do, and maybe even better than people that I couldn’t beat in the past. I once, saw a docomatary about a player (Derek Jeter) that took a break from playing sports and was a good thing for the Yankees. They won the World Series when he came back to play for them. Then i started to think to myself that if they took a break and

We had just started the last summer break before our first year of high school starts before Michael started interfering with our relationship. Bradley is a lover of baseball and has baseball games every weekend, but I, Kelsey had either basketball or volleyball practice or a game every day of the week day. Considering we were both busy at different times it made it hard for us to see each other. We tried to go to each other's games as much as possible, but one baseball game changed it all.

That day, I met a group of 13 boys, out of shape, lacking fundamentals, but willing to learn. I, along with a few other former teammates, understood that we needed to push these kids to their physical limits, and ran them until we felt tired. The other coaches I worked with were both around the same age as me, but all came from different schools, granting us a multitude of drills to guarantee sure the kids advanced as fast as possible. Although our viewpoints on how to manage the team may have differed at times, we had the same common goal, making these boys better at baseball. However, through drilling younger kids and teaching them the basic fundamentals, I also learned some valuable

That day, I met a group of 13 boys, out of shape, lacking fundamentals, but willing to learn. I, along with a few other former teammates, understood that we needed to push these kids to their physical limits, and ran them until we felt tired. The other coaches I worked with were both around the same age as me, but all came from different schools, granting us a multitude of drills to guarantee sure the kids advanced as fast as possible. Although our viewpoints on how to manage the team may have differed at times, we had the same common goal, making these boys better at baseball. However, through drilling younger kids and teaching them fundamentals, I also learned some valuable

My heart was pounding like an elephant walking as I waited in line, although I wasn’t even really that nervous. In my head I knew it was going to be hard to make the team as a 6th grader I think that’s why I didn't get myself all worked up about it and nervous because there was a 50% chance of me making the team. In my head, I said to myself that I would love to make the team.

I first started playing volleyball at a very young age. I was in the seventh grade when my volleyball career started. My sister started playing in the seventh grade and I just wanted to follow her footsteps. My seventh grade year was ok because I had just started out and really didn’t know the game. There was A team and a B team, where A team was better than the B team. I tried my best to be on the A-team, but guess where I ended up, on the B team.