Narrative About Baseball

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In my life, nothing has taught me more about life than the game of baseball. When you play a game that is about winning and losing since early childhood, you will be able to handle the winning and losing of life a lot easier. Losing always make players dream of what it would be like to win a championship and be the best at there game. I experienced the ups and down’s of this game all to well, and wouldn’t be that person I am today without it. In my first year of kindergarten, I played league ball in the spring and fell in love for the first time with the game of baseball. Spring baseball ended up not being enough after my second year in the sport. Eventually, I began playing in the spring and in a fall league. I did this for a couple …show more content…
If there was one thing I was used to by now, it was that whenever something didn’t go well for me on the baseball field, the future holds green pastures only if I go looking for it. So sure enough, after that loss, I set my eyes ahead to the next season. That final season we had a great start, winning a lot of games, but we ended up barely making the playoff as somewhat of an underdog. We didn’t think about anything that was at stake, we simply played our game all the way to the championship game without a loss in the playoffs. We won the first game of he series and were winning for the majority of the second game. The final inning arrived, and we had to get three more outs. We decided to move our players around and change pitchers one more time to make Brooks face someone from the mound they had never seen before. Sure enough, the pitching change worked. One out. Then the second. Finally, the next batter for Brooks came up to the plate with his team relying on him to make a play. The pitch was thrown and the batter swung as hard as he could and the blu rolled slowly to the feet of the pitcher. The pitcher softly tossed the the first baseman and that was the ball …show more content…
I hadn’t seen many of my friends from the team over the summer, soI got to see my friends from the team one last time. For me, it was the last time I would be in front of this crowd as a Wildcat because the next week I was moving to Clinton Mississippi to play baseball at the college level for the Mississippi College Choctaws. As the athletic director started walking down the line of players and handing them there rings, I thought back on how awesome my story in the game of baseball is and how much this game has taught me. When my ring was handed to me, the excitement of another ring and finally a true sense of ownership of it was the icing on the cake but this cake was 13 years in the making. As my ring sits on my desk, to everyone else in the world, it is simple piece of metal that is hard to get. To me, it is a symbol of years of hard work and trials and of all the things I had learned from the game wrapped up into one

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