The poems “Ex-Basketball Player” and “Anthem for Doomed Youth” are two very different poems; in setting, the way they are written, and how they portray heroism. The poem “Ex-Basketball Player” is written third person and focuses on a man who was once great at basketball, but is stuck in his fame of high school. “Anthem for Doomed Youth” is written in third person talking about WWI, how gruesome the war was and how the soldiers do not receive the honourable death they deserve. “Ex-Basketball Player” is written into five stanzas from third person, with the first giving us an image of where the character “Flick Webb” now resigns. This stanza gives us an idea of exactly where Flick is in his life and it is crucial to the rest of the poem.…
Oh baseball, Oh baseball How shiny thous bats are Oh baseball, Oh baseball How exciting thous games are Not just in spring, fall, and summer But even in the winter Oh baseball, Oh baseball How great thous players Oh baseball, Oh baseball…
As soon as I take a step out on the field, I forget everything outside of baseball. Before every game, I warm up by taking ground balls. As simple and meaningless as this sounds, it is one of my favorite things to do. Every single ground ball I field, I field with passion. Each one means something.…
In the beginning of the poem, Bradstreet is sleeping during a calm and quiet night, and then suddenly, she wakes up by “thund’ring noise / And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice” (lines 3-4). She then sees that her house is burning in fire. Terrified, she cries out to God and prays so that God would help her. Her house eventually got entirely burned up, and Bradstreet ended up homeless, but she did not lose hope. She began to pull herself together and realized that God took away something that didn’t belong to her anyway.…
In the poem Casey at the bat is talking about a town`s baseball game. He also talks about Casey, the towns hero to kill the baseball. That shows the crowd`s emotional by telling the crowd`s point of view,humor and metaphor. If only Casey could get a whack at that-we`d put up even money".…
The author of ''Casey at the bat'' uses stuff like humor and irony to make sound more interesting and example from the story is when mighty Casey struck out. In the poem Casey at the bat , casey was trying to be cool and impress his friends and his fellow teamates , so when it was his turn to get on home plate and bat he was being prideful and he was telling the pitcher he was ready so when they threw the first two balls he struck out and he turned to look at the crowd and everybody was calling him a fraud and he felt upset and he thought he could hit the last one, the pitcher threw it and he missed and so his other two friends thought they could impress other people to so their turn came and they struck out two and they where so ashamed…
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.…
From that day on, starting each spring for nine years, I was outside practicing to be the best player I could be. Still to this day, even though I don’t play baseball anymore, nothing comes close to the energy and excitement I get from a baseball diamond because my body becomes full of energy, my mind begins to replay player’s actions and nothing seems to break my mind and focus on winning the game. Walking up to the gate my heart starts beating…
The smell of the freshly cut grass and newly painted lines, there’s just nothing like it. The Kindred baseball diamond is one of my favorite places. The field just feels like a second home. I love everything that is at the Kindred baseball diamond, the smells and the sights after the sun starts to set. There are many scents to smell at the Kindred baseball diamond all most all the scents are very good.…
The crisp breeze rustled my hair as I walked out of my house on the fall September day with my dad drilling instructions into my head. It was my first Little League baseball game ever, and my dad wanted to make sure it wasn’t my last. Being seven years old and never touching a baseball was something that had scared me; a lot. I had no idea what to think about this foreign, petrifying, game could possibly be about. The car ride from my house was only a few minutes away from the fields where I would begin my baseball career.…
After completing six and a half innings, we head into the bottom of the final inning as the Aquinas Blugolds are ahead of Lake Country Lutheran 4-2. As a young child around the age of 5, I started playing baseball, and just like almost every little boy or girl, I always had that dream about making the game-winning shot in basketball or making that diving catch to win the state championship in baseball. My dream was almost fulfilled on June 18th, 2015. The season started in March and went all the way until June. At the beginning of the season, I wasn’t sure how much playing time…
From the crack of the bat to the smack of the glove and the dirty basebal pants. This game is what I love . The moment i first played i've been “ as gifted.” I'm a 5 to a player, I have a good arm, great glove, some speed, i can hit, and i can hit for power. My dream is to be the best baseball player ever.…
The poem I chose is “Analysis of Baseball”. I chose this poem because through the use of repetition and onomatopoeia May Swenson goes into great detail in conveying her knowledge and her love for baseball In this poem Swenson frequently uses repetition so the reader can understand the game. The line “It’s about the ball, the bat, and the mitt”, the author is introducing to the reader her view of baseball.…
Baseball, the most loved sport to be played and watched by millions of Americans. Nothing can beat sitting in a stadium or a baseball field in your hometown on a hot summer day with sweat beads glistening on your forehead. Now just imagine being in a massive stadium with thousands of crazed fanatics jumping and screaming from the top of their lungs cheering for the New York Yankees. Hearing the sound of the bat colliding with the baseball or the when the crowd gets absolutely quiet and you can hear the sound of the baseball hitting the catcher's glove, the umpire calling the out.…
As I walked into the stadium, the smell of hotdogs and popcorn filled the air. It was a familiar setting. A setting I had grown to know very well because my dad loved baseball. The red white and blue colors were everywhere as fans came from every direction into the stadium. My dad and I walked to the outfield where the opposing team was warming up for the game.…