Tee Ball Monologue

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Baseball
I love hearing the ball cutting through the air and hitting the catcher's mitt. I hear that every time I play the sports that changed my life. This sport is what made me to who I am today, one pitch or one hit can change everything. Farthest I remember back is playing tee ball all the kids played with the sand but, I would actually take tee ball serious. I would be in the field praying for the ball to get hit to me and When I would be up to bat I swung so hard I miss and fall down. When I would miss the ball that made me start wanting to hit the ball even harder than I would.
I can relate that in life when ever I get in a pinch there is always a way out of it.
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I broke my collarbone that day on that day changed my life. I layed down on the couch for the whole summer because, I couldn't do anything I could barely sit up. Every little movement hurt and all I could think of is baseball and fishing, like how I couldn't go fishing with my friends and play baseball. My summer was ruined and miserable I never felt so pissed at myself and I couldn't imagine what my dad was thinking. I don’t even like to talk about because, how mad I get talking about to where I could be playing baseball and getting better at that and fishing. That horrible accident cause me my summer of 2017. I’m not as good of a baseball player as I should be because of …show more content…
I was watching Major League Baseball I saw Jake Arrieta throw a no hitter and I said to myself, I wanna do that one day and ever since then I have dedicated my life to baseball. A big part of me playing baseball is my dad because, he buys my gloves, bats and gets me lessons. I would also like to say thanks to him because, he wasn’t hard on me when I was a kid. Now that I am a teenager he is hard on me now and I don’t care because, I want this just as much as he does so I understand where he is coming from when he yells at me. If I was like eight years old and took me all over the place to play baseball I probably would be throwing really hard but, I would quit because, of the pressure to be the best of the best all the time and get no break. I would quit just for the break and to have my life back. That is why I would like to thank my for not pressuring me when I was

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