Exploratory Essay
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Exploratory Essay
Go ahead and try to top the view of fresh cut grass, white chalk lining the dirt, and the summer sun beating down on the diamond where the greatest game is played. This picture is burned in my mind since about the time I learned to walk. Where else can you throw a round ball as hard as you can to an opposing player whose job is to hit it back out towards the pitcher as hard as he or she can? Baseball is attractive to a person like me because of the history of it professionally and the simplicity of the sport when introduced to me as a young boy.
It has been said by many people that the hardest thing in any sport to do is hit a round ball with a round bat. As a kid I watch professionals such as Cal Ripken Jr. and Don Mattingly play baseball with such ease made me want to attempt it. At a young age, you start out with a bat, a cushioned ball, and a tee. The art of hitting has to be learned at its most simple point. The best time for a kid playing for the first time is when the ball is literally sitting in the sweet spot for the bat to meet it at the opportune spot. Catching and throwing is when things get a little trickier. After many fat lips and sprints running after the missed ball one gets a little sick and tired of failing. At this age, I learned the art of repetition. I was also introduced to the common phrase, “Practice makes perfect.” Although I was far from perfect, I did see myself improve as the years went by. Even when the tee was removed and the pitcher was introduced things become a little easier to pick up because I enjoyed what I was doing. It was not too soon after this that I hit a very critical time in my life in sports.
It was an early April night and I was reading on my parent’s bed when my mother handed me the phone saying there is a phone call for you. On the other end was Mr. Green and his exact words were:
“Bobby, Bob Green here. Congratulations on making the Pirates son. We are going to have...
Go ahead and try to top the view of fresh cut grass, white chalk lining the dirt, and the summer sun beating down on the diamond where the greatest game is played. This picture is burned in my mind since about the time I learned to walk. Where else can you throw a round ball as hard as you can to an opposing player whose job is to hit it back out towards the pitcher as hard as he or she can? Baseball is attractive to a person like me because of the history of it professionally and the simplicity of the sport when introduced to me as a young boy.
It has been said by many people that the hardest thing in any sport to do is hit a round ball with a round bat. As a kid I watch professionals such as Cal Ripken Jr. and Don Mattingly play baseball with such ease made me want to attempt it. At a young age, you start out with a bat, a cushioned ball, and a tee. The art of hitting has to be learned at its most simple point. The best time for a kid playing for the first time is when the ball is literally sitting in the sweet spot for the bat to meet it at the opportune spot. Catching and throwing is when things get a little trickier. After many fat lips and sprints running after the missed ball one gets a little sick and tired of failing. At this age, I learned the art of repetition. I was also introduced to the common phrase, “Practice makes perfect.” Although I was far from perfect, I did see myself improve as the years went by. Even when the tee was removed and the pitcher was introduced things become a little easier to pick up because I enjoyed what I was doing. It was not too soon after this that I hit a very critical time in my life in sports.
It was an early April night and I was reading on my parent’s bed when my mother handed me the phone saying there is a phone call for you. On the other end was Mr. Green and his exact words were:
“Bobby, Bob Green here. Congratulations on making the Pirates son. We are going to have...