I wasn’t much of an outdoorsy type of person, I would rather be watching television or playing a video game in my house. Growing up my older brother and sister seemed to always be outside playing basketball or football or swimming in the pool. My sister was involved in basketball with school for a lot of time, but then took up tennis and became very skilled at it. My brother would always be outside playing sport with friends and would do recreation leagues for sports like basketball and flag football. Me on the other hand would rather be playing Gameboy or watching cartoons than going outside or participating in something athletic. My parents would soon end up telling me I would need to get involved in something around fourth or fifth grade.
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I was not very optimistic and couldn’t wait till the season was over before it even started. The very first day of practice consisted of drills and learning to play which went terrible. I could not complete a single drill with ease and the coach could see my struggles. It was then that he tried me in the goal which would make the day even worse. On the first ball I tried to save I dove and slammed my face into the goal post. I started to cry and ran away from the practice field to the front of the school to the buses. I would end up taking a week off from practice and wanted to quit, but my parents refused. It wasn’t until halfway through the season that I played as a defender in the first game of the season. I did not know why my coach had me start and I think he would regret it. The only thing I could do was run with the kids dribbling the ball down the field until I would always seem to trip and fall face first into the dirt. I did not last long in that game and would only play a couple minutes each game. I had many mishaps and embarrassing moments playing soccer and when the season ended I vowed to never play again. After soccer ended it was time to start basketball which didn’t go much better than …show more content…
I was very skeptical of participating in baseball and dreaded doing it, but I found out on the first day that there would be tryouts and cuts. It came to my mind that if I purposely did bad at tryouts then I wouldn’t have to participate in baseball. The next day when there were tryouts I missed balls whether it was on purpose or I was just really bad, but bad news came to me when I wasn’t cut due to the coach saying I had potential. My parents were happy I made the team and I knew my siblings were happy because they could watch me make a fool of myself once again. I got through practices and scrimmages and I wasn’t the worst on the team, granted I wasn’t very good, but I could actually do something other than falling and messing up. It wasn’t until the last game of the season that I would forever hate the sport of baseball. I was put in the outfield since not many balls came there and it was a shorter field compared to most baseball fields. On one of the very last innings it was my time to be the laughing stock of the crowd. When the batter was up on the other team it was very sunny out and he hit a ground ball that went past me. Since I could not see where it went I chased after it blindly until I smacked right into the fence into the outfield. I could hear the people laughing and was completely done with baseball, I stormed into the dugout and
I was not very optimistic and couldn’t wait till the season was over before it even started. The very first day of practice consisted of drills and learning to play which went terrible. I could not complete a single drill with ease and the coach could see my struggles. It was then that he tried me in the goal which would make the day even worse. On the first ball I tried to save I dove and slammed my face into the goal post. I started to cry and ran away from the practice field to the front of the school to the buses. I would end up taking a week off from practice and wanted to quit, but my parents refused. It wasn’t until halfway through the season that I played as a defender in the first game of the season. I did not know why my coach had me start and I think he would regret it. The only thing I could do was run with the kids dribbling the ball down the field until I would always seem to trip and fall face first into the dirt. I did not last long in that game and would only play a couple minutes each game. I had many mishaps and embarrassing moments playing soccer and when the season ended I vowed to never play again. After soccer ended it was time to start basketball which didn’t go much better than …show more content…
I was very skeptical of participating in baseball and dreaded doing it, but I found out on the first day that there would be tryouts and cuts. It came to my mind that if I purposely did bad at tryouts then I wouldn’t have to participate in baseball. The next day when there were tryouts I missed balls whether it was on purpose or I was just really bad, but bad news came to me when I wasn’t cut due to the coach saying I had potential. My parents were happy I made the team and I knew my siblings were happy because they could watch me make a fool of myself once again. I got through practices and scrimmages and I wasn’t the worst on the team, granted I wasn’t very good, but I could actually do something other than falling and messing up. It wasn’t until the last game of the season that I would forever hate the sport of baseball. I was put in the outfield since not many balls came there and it was a shorter field compared to most baseball fields. On one of the very last innings it was my time to be the laughing stock of the crowd. When the batter was up on the other team it was very sunny out and he hit a ground ball that went past me. Since I could not see where it went I chased after it blindly until I smacked right into the fence into the outfield. I could hear the people laughing and was completely done with baseball, I stormed into the dugout and