No one told me about this year-end tournament when I purchased the Frequent Player Card. Perhaps if they sent out a little notice via Facebook or an e-mail reminder, it would draw more players. And, your suggestion to have a ladies division might encourage more to sign up. There is no way we can compete with single-digit men players...if not for a prize, for bragging rights.…
Sammy Saunders, was a young boy, about 5 foot 2, with a mop of brown hair that was always sticking out on the sides. He wore thick glasses that made his eyes pop out of his head, and he had a nose that looked as though it was pointing at you. He always wore the same pair of blue sneakers that had a blood stain on the toe from when Big Billy Benson punched him in the nose, causing it to bleed. Poor Sammy was always bullied because, he was just a little bit different than the rest of the kids at Sleepy Hollow Middle School.…
Gillum described Scotty’s house as the third house on the left past Henrys Street on Kentucky Avenue.…
On the first day of practice he introduced himself as “Jimmy Johnson” our defense line coach. He had a beer belly and glasses and slick wet hair and nappy eye brows and an itchy musty beard. His breath smelled like dog liver. My first impression of him is he just looks weird and mean. We began practice we ran around cones. We went over plays. Where we should line up according to the offense. Coach Johnson always thought he knew what is best for us. He would have running like slaves on D’jango. Coach ran the soles off my cleats. After all this running, my girdle begun chafing creating a rash like an unchanged baby. My feet would always hurt after practice. Looking down my feet was throbbing like a heartbeat. We would run all the lines on the…
This summer I went to Gold Hill Oregon. I went to the house of mystery and went Jet boating, Zip lining. There were turkeys everywhere and they were wiled. It was 103 degrees in Gold Hill that week. I was so close to the fire. Overall my summer was an adventure, but I cannot wait until next summer.…
It was a hot summer day in Rayville,Louisiana. My 12 year old All-Star season was going great, even though we had only played a few games. Little did I know that this game would change my whole baseball career.…
I didn’t really do much over the summer. We went to Indiana beach, and I am not too fond of roller coasters, or any ride for that matter, except for at water parks. Last year in 7th grade we went to Washington D.C and saw the washington monument, lincoln memorial, we went inside the Capitol building, The Changing of the Guard at Arlington cemetery, saw The White House. That didn’t really interest me, I don’t even have any souvenirs! Even earlier in the year, we went to Buffalo, New York. We saw a football game (the team we were rooting for lost,(TO THE JETS!) and we got to see Niagara Falls.…
As I hear those words that I most deeply despise come out her mouth, it quickly led me to think that this woman did not know what she was talking about. Before she had said these words we were talking about our favorite sports and she said hers was basketball and I told her mine was baseball. “Baseball is boring to watch,” she said. Hearing someone say this about my favorite sport that I have been playing throughout my life irritates me and it brings my attention to wonder why people find this sport boring. People similar to this woman, believe that baseball is a boring sport yet they do not realize that it is actually one of America’s most exciting sports!…
A hill of aspens, glowing golden, shines on the right side of the trail while the left side is a pine-covered hill. Between the two is the trail, a magical escape from reality. This is my sanctuary of Buffalo Peaks wilderness. The trying experience of hiking through the mountains with 40 pounds on your back, the straps of your pack rubbing the skin off your hips and shoulders. The tension building in your muscles as you struggle under the weight. The pain that can only be diluted by a yoga session and a trip to the hot springs. Sun salutations in a lush, meadow valley. Warrior one and reverse warrior in the heat of the sun, relaxing from the miles we traveled just the day before.…
I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself. What’s up? I’m Niah Wilson. I’m 16 now and Jade has been my girl since elementary. We just became friends and been tight every since. I am dating someone that I think I may be inlove with. His name is Marvin Johnson. I just found out I am 6 weeks pregnant. I don’t know what I am going to do. Marvin and I went to the clinic and she told us. I didn’t know how to feel. I knew I had to tell my parents. So, when we left I went straight home, and told my parents. Marvin little punk behind is crying more than me. My parents are disappointed, not their baby. Neither of my parents asked me if I wanted an abortion. I thought about it, yes I did but I couldn’t do it. After telling my parents, my mother told…
I stop writing to see my teacher looking over my work she is a kind woman named Mrs.Jean she cares for all her students. She glances at me “May I speak to you in the hall Lizzie” she asks she knows I love to write and draw or as I call it expressing myself on paper. “Sure what about” I ask with no hesitation “ Something I think you will be very happy about you got a scholarship to W.A.I (writing arts institute)” I jump out of my seat and hug Mrs.Jean this is the happiest I have ever been. I still was full of depression though.…
Soccer is a very competitive sport. I didn’t play for too long, but i enjoyed it while i played. I was very aggressive and active. Soccer is a sport that you have to use both of those skills. It was a hard game but i liked it at the time. As i grew up, i became fascinated in baseball. I never got to play but i always loved to watch games on tv. I also love to go to Pirates games. Andrew Mccutchen has always been my favorite player. I even have an autographed picture of him. I love to watch the movie 42 about Jackie Robinson. It is interesting to learn about his career in baseball. He stood up to racism and became a very talented and famous baseball player. I look up to him in many ways. Baseball to me is a big part of America. It has a big…
My idol would be Beck Weathers. He was the incredible person that managed to survive the 1996 Everest disaster. Beck went snow-blind in the Death-Zone of Everest and spent a night there out in the open during a blizzard that took away the lives of his nine colleagues. He had frostbites so extreme that it seems impossible for him to ever have survived, but with sheer will power he staggered his way back to camp.…
I had just finished my freshman year of high school, now playing on my school’s summer baseball team. It was a perfect summer night on the baseball field; playing against one of the teams I disliked the most, Ava. It was always a close game playing them; they had good players who always played hard. Going into the 7th inning the game was tied, three to three. I came up to the plate wanting to help my team win the game. As the pitch came in my eyes lit up, it was a fastball right down the middle. I swung and hit the ball into left field.…
I was sitting in my freshman geometry class, talking to some friends about injuries. We were talking about how none of us have ever gotten injured in our entire life. I had been playing sports since I was in the sixth grade, and nothing ever happened. In my life I had never broken a bone. I had never even sprained an ankle. I had never worn any kind of brace, taped an ankle, or talked to a trainer about any muscle issue or pain issue. When kids would lay on the court, I always thought they were fine or looking for a little attention. My thought was that they needed to rush off the court because they were dripping sweat all over the hardwood floor, and they were taking too much time up. I used to assume they were killing our momentum when they would fall down and cry because some schools…