Descriptive Essay: The Joy Of Playing Baseball

The ball is one with the birds as it cuts through the hot summer air, towards the outfield fence. Trying as hard as it can to escape the diamond, it gets a push of momentum from a westward gust of wind. Despite the effort, the breeze was not enough as the ball rattled off the top of the fence and fell to the damp, warning track dirt. It laid there patiently waiting until the sweaty hand of a center fielder grasped the laces with three fingers and launched it back into action. Again, it was airborne, but this time heading towards the excitement. The ball caught a glimpse of the base runner rounding third base before it was captured in the over-used webbing of a Wilson leather glove. The tense grip of a rough skin, callus filled hand anxiously grabbed the ball and flung it towards home plate. The race was on. The ball traveled at a speed of almost eighty miles an hour but still, barely had a …show more content…
Being out of my environment for over a year made me even more anxious to get back on the field. My number was now 98%. I had rebuilt my dreams by fighting for all but 2 % of my range of motion and strength, and felt as good as new. For me, playing baseball is like riding a bike, it comes naturally. After making the varsity team with flying colors, I emailed Coach Jones with the hope they would still show interest in me. My dreams were compromised again after being informed that he had became a scout for the University of Virginia, where players are hand-picked nationwide. It would be impossible for me to stick with Coach Jones and play on a division one championship contending team. I was left behind with nothing to show for after missing a critical season of recruiting. Other teams I tried to play for would ask for statistics that I didn’t have. With no way to prove myself, I chose a school based on academics rather than