Baseball is a passion, fueled by the desire to succeed, the eagerness to overcome, and the dedication to be great. My life is perceived to be limitless when I was in between that fence. Taking cuts on the tee, setting up a pickup game that didn’t matter who won or lost, or perhaps on those days that practice never seemed to end, I still had the love for the game. Baseball is not a game for the weak minded. You’ll strike out 7 out of 10 times at the plate and still be an excellent hitter. One thing that baseball will teach anybody who plays it is brotherly love. A brotherhood within baseball players will last a lifetime. I don’t believe that there’s any other sport out there that gives you that sense of trusting one another. Baseball is the only sport I know that is an individual sport and team sport at the same time. Back when I was 5 years old, my dad introduced me to baseball and immediately I fell infatuated with baseball and everything in between. No other sport could compare. The joy it gave me was indescribable. A baseball field to me is like a stage is to a dancer or an open road for a biker; I just love every aspect of this amazing sport. It’s the field with its seemingly unfair depth, its soft green grass and the infamous orange clay, that makes me have the passion for the game like my father did as a child. When I say baseball has been my life and will always be in my life. My spring and summer seasons since I was five have always been baseball, and there’s nothing I would change.
When I was 9 years old I played on the PBG Lightning All Star baseball team. This was just as baseball was making a sharp turn from machine pitch to kid pitch. My coach knew that I had a rocket for an arm so he decided to teach me how to pitch. The first bullpen was awful. I couldn’t throw a strike if my life depended on it. My coach told me that I was just a little off that day. Eventually, I was a natural; I threw the hardest on my team. Whenever my team needed a win, I was the go-to pitcher. My coach also taught me a knockout curve that I could throw whenever I wanted and would always result in an out.
Everyone that has ever played or ever watched baseball knows about the Little League World Series in Williamsport, Pennsylvania. Growing up playing baseball, my dream was always to play in the Little League World Series. I had just switched teams and joined the North Palm Allstars and that upcoming summer was our chance to try to make it. Earlier that spring, we went 24-0-1 and we were playing amazing. The steps to get to the world series started off with districts, then sectionals, then states, then regionals, and if we were to win all of those tournaments we could represent the Southeast region in the Little League World Series. We had a month of practice before our first district game. The anticipation was building as we got closer and closer to the first game. Our first game was against West Boca at their fields. We got off to a very quick start and put up 5 runs in the top of the first. I was pitching that game and felt confident with our early lead. I threw a scoreless inning and we rode that first inning momentum and won easily with a score of 12-0. There were 12 teams in our district and we won our next three games and were the 12u district champions. We had one week before we had to be in Fort Myers for the sectional tournament. There were only 4 teams in our section and we won all four of our games by over 10 runs. Even though we cruised through districts and sectionals, we knew we had our work cut out for us in states. The best 12 teams in Florida would all arrive in Sarasota to compete for the State Championship. When we got to the fields there was an opening ceremony where we met all of the other teams we were going to play against. There were two sides of the bracket with the winners of each bracket playing in a pivotal championship game. When we got to the fields there was an opening ceremony where we met all of the other teams we were going to play against. There were two sides of the bracket with the winners of each bracket playing in a pivotal championship game.
We noticed one team that had this one kid that thought he was amazing. Their whole team came off as a little too full of themselves and when we got to the fields the next day for our first game, we found out that we were going to be playing that same team. I was not pitching that first game so I could focus on hitting. The opposing team however was pitching their best player. He started trash talking us right away and when his teammates would mess up, he would yell and scream at them. We started to get in his head and we had a 6 run lead after 3 innings. From that point on we played our best game and ended up scoring 31 runs in just one game. They were the home team and because of how obnoxious the other team was, my coach brought me in to close out the last inning. We finished the game with a score of 23-7 and had our second and third game that next day. Our first game was against a team from Ocala and we won that game 9-5. Our second game of the day was one of my best games I have ever played. In my first at bat I hit the first ball I saw over the fence in left center field. My second at bat came in the second inning and I hit my second home run of the game, this one to right field. We were winning 8-3 by the time I got my third at bat and I connected with the ball again sending it high and deep over the fence. This was the dagger in the game