My Contributions To America's Success

Bottom of the ninth inning three balls, two strikes, bases are loaded, you’re down by 1 run, and a base hit would surely tie or maybe even win the game. You’re palms are sweaty, knees are weak and trembling. You feel the stares of the whole crowd looking at you either urging for you to fail or to succeed. The pitcher stares into your eyes trying to intimidate you, but you won’t go down so easy. You grip the bat tighter and begin to ease your mind so only the thought of hitting the ball is what you're concentrated on. The pitcher begins his wind up and you begin your load. The ball whistles towards you and you swing away. At first you don’t feel much, and are disappointed, but then you notice the ball flying off your bat. You're astounded by how fast and far the ball keeps on traveling.
Soon everyone begins to cheer for you. The crowd stands applauding you, your teammates rush to hug you, and the awards are awaiting you at home plate. That is why I love to play, America's past time sport, baseball. Now being the team captain of my high school varsity baseball team, I have learned many lessons and inhabited many qualities, to dedicate and contribute all of my efforts to the program. It wasn't easy to earn this spot as the leader of the team. I experienced many obstacles and difficulties, only learning from them, and take my knowledge to help others. For example, there was this one hardship, seven years back where I hung up my cleats and glove, and refused to never touch a baseball again. Two years later, following that moment, I experienced a life-changing moment, that made me want to appreciate sports