“Tweet Tweet,” screamed the birds as the sun smacked Tyler and me in the face with its Florida heat hotter than jalapenos.
“What a great day to be outside and playing America’s number pastime,” said Tyler as he was walking to the batting cages where the coach had ordered us to meet up before the first game. Mark and I were very excited because this was the All-American tournament. The All-American tournament is the one tournament where the top ten players out of Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, Alabama, and Louisiana meet up and play each other in Myrtle Beach. Tyler and I were the only ones chosen in the Middle Georgia area. “Indeed,” I replied trying to sound confident, but on the inside, I was more nervous than a batter who has bases loaded, two outs, the bottom of the ninth inning, and in the World Series. As I walked into the baseball facility I saw college scouts from UGA, LSU, and TCU. If I could show out in front of these scouts, they could start looking at me and offered me scholarships later in high-school. “Ben and Tyler, over here,” yelled the coach with his voice as deep as Shakeil O'Neal on steroids.
As I walked over to them, I said a prayer in my head. “Dear God, this is my one shot. Please help me be able to stay calm, cool, and collected,” I thought. All of a sudden, I
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When I started watching the game, Louisiana was winning four to three in the bottom of the last inning with one out. The first batter that I saw hit for Alabama hit the ball to the shortstop, and the shortstop threw him out at first. Now there were two outs, and if Louisiana could get the next batter out then they would play us in the championship. The first pitch was a foul ball. Now the pitcher had one strike on the batter. The next pitch was a strike right down the middle. With two strikes on the batter, Louisiana decided to pitch a fastball right down the
I had to be a main part in the biggest stage of the game was very challenging, and hard to overcome, especially caddying for one of the greatest caddy of all time. I was shocked, I usually do not face much stress in my life, but this moment gave me a rush of fear that cannot be explained. I am not a nervous person, I could handle most pressure given to me. On the other hand when I was but in a situation working with pro golfers i felt edgy to the subject.
I was walking off of the field with my teammates after two blowouts. In Steamboat on the second day. All of us were so excited to get to the pool and have some fun! Me and my baseball teammate that I was staying with meet each other there. We hurried downstairs put on our swimsuits and before you can blink we were in the water. When everybody was in the pool and before you knew it we were playing 500 with the football. After we did that for a couple of hours we went to got to the hot tub and that's when everything went bad. We had our older teammates brother which was 16. We saw some other kids in the hot tub. Then we went in and then Kelin the 16 year old said,” What are you guys here for?”
“Every strike brings me closer to the next home run”(Babe Ruth). I was wondering how much baseball really affected my life and the choices I make. The answer is a lot, and it still continues to leave a mark on this life I love. Over the many years of my involvement in the game I have learned that life is full of ups and downs. Baseball teaches people to bounce back from negatives, this I believe.
It was dead silent as the ball sat in the air and as if time had stopped. It was December of 2015, I was 13, my team and I was playing for 3rd place in the Colt Classic Tournament. It was a night game at Barrington Station High School. We were playing the Barrington Colts, which was weird considering they are playing for 3rd in their own tournament that they were hosting, before the game, I was talking to some of my teammates Aaron Pattis, Stephen Harris, Bradley Jenkins, Ayden Anderson and I were talking before the game, going into that game we speculated that we had this game in the bag easily as a result of how well our team was playing. Little did we know, we had another problem coming.
In summer 2015 my brother had a baseball tournament in Branson, Missouri. So our family drove to Branson and went to Sam’s first game. After the first game we went to check into the hotel, and our parents said they had a surprise for us.
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
My team won 3 out of 4 hockey games in my hockey tournament. It was the championship game for a banner and a medal. We were playing the Ice Dogs who we had originally beaten 3-1. Over the summer we did so much dry land on the track and my dad said it will all pay off today. I stepped on the ice for warm ups and the ice felt smooth under my skates. I was prepared for a hard hockey game.
Ever wonder how I did at my league tournament for wrestling? If you don't then you should. First, I walked on the mat for my first match. The first match was probably the hardest match of the day. I had to wrestle a kid named karson Brandt, he was from holton. I beat him 9-1 in a three period battle.
As my Varsity baseball team suits up for practice we whip out our “Easton Mako Bats” and our “Evo-Shield arm sleeves.” Everyone prepares for the season as we break in our new 200-dollar gloves. As I Un-zip my “Demarani Bat Bag” I search for the stick of eye black that seems to add spice to my game as I smother it under my eye, to “reflect the sun” of course. Our accessories become a part of our game, and we begin to value them more than the game itself.
When I qualified for the AAU State wrestling tournament I never thought I would have done so well. Being in 8th grade and it being my last year to go to AAU State I put in the hard work and qualified for AAU State and I was overjoyed with happiness. For the next 2 weeks, I practice my heart out trying to get better for AAU. The day that wrestling starts the older group doesn’t wrestle till 4, so we went to the mall till 12 then Wells Fargo. The team started to warm up around 3:30 and I was one the first matches up. I won my first match with a pin and my second with the 11-3 win. My third match was against the kid that won the tournament and I lost to him 2-5.
As I got settled in the dugout, I heard my coach yell, ¨Michael, youŕe batting second in the lineup, and
One time when playing travel baseball my team played in a 16 youth tournament , and we were the only 14 and 15 year old team. We were a very small team in size and numbers , but we had a great amount of talent for our size and age. The tournament took place in Columbus Ohio. We were the only team from Tennessee in the tournament , and we worked very hard all year to make it to the tournament. We played up in pretty much every tournament all season , so we came prepared to see some very talented and big teams. Sure enough we showed up to our hotel the first day arriving and there were tons of teams staying in the same hotel , and by the looks of these teams we were by far the smallest team. The next day was the start of the tournament and we
A young kid growing up with a burning desire to be a great ball player. My greatest love of things has always been baseball. Baseball taught me determination. Baseball taught me the greatness of having a hard work ethic. Discipline, manners, and staying positive all shaped from baseball. It is greater than just a game. Without baseball I don't believe I would be who I am today.
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.
On a cloudy spring morning on our home course at Medina Country Club, I watched the all the other groups in front of me tee off at my first golf match. After we finished our first hole, one of the girls on the other team recorded her score as a four. I counted ten. A big knot grew in my stomach. I knew I would have to confront her. I am typically a person who keeps to oneself. I had joined golf team in order to be more social, but this was out of my comfort zone. As we walked to the next hole I timidly explained to her that she scored a ten. She turned around to give me a hard glare. Annoyance of my accusation flowed off of her. Fortunately, it turns out she was new to golf and did not realize that whiffs counted as strokes. Facing that conversation