Nippon Professional Baseball

It all started when I was about 5 years old, I was a member of the boys and girls club of Decatur, IL. My mom signed me up to play baseball at the time I wasn’t really happy with her, I didn’t want to play a sport I didn’t know anything about. At the time I just wanted to play basketball and football two sports you could say I knew everything about. I studied the games I watched my favorite players play every day. I was like a sports reporter I knew everything there was to know about my favorite…

camaraderie with peers. I would go on to play these sports throughout middle school, with tee-ball turning into baseball. These three sports are some of the main options for children in America, and are certainly among the most popular options. In middle school, the two main sports I played and enjoyed were basketball and soccer. As the years went by, I began to not like baseball as much and took a few years off, focusing on basketball and soccer. The reason…

Softball What started out as a men’s football game in Chicago, Thanksgiving day of 1887, lead to the greatest women’s sport, softball. At the end of the Yale football game, brooms were being used as “bats” to hit boxing gloves that were being thrown. There may be a lot of women’s sports, but what makes softball the best of them all? Is it because it was a sport that generated from one of the manliest sports? Or was it because of how it has changed tremendously throughout the years? Years ago…

For my microcycle project I was given the sport position of a baseball pitcher. Baseball pitching is an extremely explosive and sometimes an unnatural movement. The main parts of being a good pitcher is to have velocity, position, and movement. In order for there to be a successful pitch, Chris Blake of the New England Musculoskeletal Institute at the UConn Health Center says that there are 6 phases the body must go through. Phase 1 is the wind-up. This is where your knee comes up and stores…

122). The prevalent activity of that era was baseball. Baseball required for a glove, tennis shoes, jeans, and an important baseball. Unfortunately, the financial issues kept Smalls…

Imagine yourself being a kid again and running around the backyard, playing catch. The effortless movements and abundance of energy flashes through your mind as you think of this. Look ten years down the road into the future and see that it is your senior year. The countless hours of workouts, practices, and games you have participated are coming to a bittersweet end. Sports have always had a special place in my heart as it has been a getaway from the stress of academics. An advocate for people…

realize now that it is not so black and white, and it frankly need not matter whether or not anyone else or their grandma finds me pretty. My fashion sense these days is more feminine, but I am still the same girl who tucked her ponytail up into her baseball cap so no one would notice a girl on the field. I’m still the girl who is mystified by makeup tutorials and has no idea what “setting powder” is. I’m still the girl who classmates taunted for wearing baggy clothes, until they needed help…

The place I wake up early for on the weekends. The place I practice three times a week. The softball field is my happy place. The dirt on the field is the only beach I want to go to. The chalk on the field is the only chalk I write with. The early mornings, the late nights all for something I love. The smell of the fresh cut grass, so fresh just before a game. The look of the just raked infield, so fluffy and smooth.The look of the freshly painted and chalked lines, so crisp like perfection. The…

Oleson 2 One day two kids named Ayden Morris and Bryson Green were playing baseball in Ayden’s backyard. Bryson a tall handsome young man and Ayden a chick magnet. While they are playing Bryson smashed it deep into the woods but luckily they put a tracking device on it so they eventually found but then they saw it, the haunted pond the pond that the locals say to stay far away from that is located in the shrublands of the forests, and guess where the ball was right next to the pond shore son…

Smack! The ball rolls off my hand and lands straight on the ground. The constant replay of these motions race through my mind. Bump, set, spike, bump set spike! About a year ago, I was sitting on the bleachers cheering on the Morrison varsity volleyball girls team during their ACSC (Asia Christian Schools Conference) tournament. While I was watching I fell in love with the sport and I strived to be like one of those players someday. I played volleyball non-stop since the beginning of middle…