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Literacy Narrative (Draft)A Love for Baseball

The count was 3 balls, 2 strikes and I was preparing for the sixth pitch of the at-bat. The
score was tied 5 to 5 with the winning run on third base. Thoughts of becoming the hero flutter
my mind. The pitcher winds up, strides towards home plate and releases the ball. I am thinking
fastball, but anticipating the rare curveball. The red seams race over top of each other as the ball
embarks on its parabolic journey. I recognize the breaking ball, keep my weight back, and unload
on what would be the pitchers final pitch. The 75 millimeter ball rolls just out of reach of the
shortstop while the winning run crosses home plate. I had just gotten my first ever walk-off hit; I
had fallen in love with Americas pastime.
While my game winning hit for the Alamance Patriots 12u baseball team added greatly to
my love of the game, the bond between baseball and myself sparked years earlier, arguably
before I was born. My father grew up in a suburban area of the Piedmont-Triad with 2 brothers.
With neither brother really being the sports fanatic that my father was, my dad seemed a bit of an
oddball in the family. My father adopted this unique love for baseball. However, since there was
no major league baseball team confided in North Carolina, there was no team for my father to
side with on the basis of geographic proximity. There was, however, Michael Jack Schmidt, star
Philadelphia Phillies third baseman and power hitter. It was my fathers admiration of Schmidts
ability to efficiently hit the long ball that forged his love for baseball. This love for baseball, the
Philadelphia Phillies, and Mike Schmidt continued over the years. When I was a young boy, it
was this love that my father had that propelled my passion for baseball.
It was the evening of a cool spring day and the middle of a Creekside Diamondbacks
tee-ball game. The mothers and fathers were lined up behind the small, 20 foot tall backstop to
see their children play baseball. My father, who coached the team of 11 5-year olds, was

enjoying every second he had to influence a child with the game of baseball. Our team was
playing the field as the coach of the other team was preparing to toss the first pitch to the hitter of
his team. He releases the ball, the hitter from the other team unloads on the ball, sending a rocket
my way. I reach out for the ball, open my glove, and listen to the smack of the cork hitting the
leather. I raced to my dad after making the catch. The energy on his face seemed to transfer to
me, making me feel like I could jump 10 feet high. I had made my dad proud by catching a
baseball, and that helped me love the game.
I thoroughly enjoyed baseball, from my early tee-ball days, to long practices with the
UNC Charlotte club team; however, such as the old saying goes, No pain, no gain. Baseball
was not always easy and it did not always come natural. Like when becoming literate in any
subject, there are discouraging moments that will make you want to walk away from it. It was
the bottom of the last inning, and I was the last hope for my team. The pitcher winds up, releases
the ball, and I watched the third strike go by. Full of anguish, I walked back to the dugout,
packed by things, and headed to the post-game meeting with tears creeping down my face. I had
struggled the last half of the season, and more frustrated than ever. I felt as if I just could not
catch a single break. I needed to learn a very important lesson about perseverance. Over the next
few weeks, I worked extremely hard with my trainer, hoping to never experience the feelings of
slumping as I did. I wanted to make myself the best baseball player I could be. The hard work
began to pay off, and the previous failures began to seem as building blocks for my success. I
made my middle school baseball team and earned a starting spot in the lineup as a 7th grader, a
feat that was rare to Archdale-Trinity Middle School. Hall of Fame hitter and Boston Red Sox
great Ted Williams once said, Great hitters arent born, theyre made; theyre made out of hard
work and dedication.

As I became older, baseball became more and more of a routine. I played baseball in all 4
seasons, except for winter. My father once told me when I was in the 9th grade that I had already
played more baseball than he did over the course of his entire life. I became very familiar with
all of the customs that were associated with the game. For example, you could never cross any 2
bats that laid against the fence in the dugout. This is the point in my baseball career in which I
began to understand the values of baseball. I understood the game, performed at a high level, and
engulfed myself in the baseball world. I had the pleasure of playing with the Hitoms, a summer
baseball organization for high school baseball players. The idea of the club was to bring together
baseball players from multiple high schools to form a high-performance team. While the team
usually underachieved in performance, it was a wonderful experience as far as meeting different
baseball personalities. This team was a major sponsor of literacy in forming my understanding of
baseball and all of the personalities that make it up.
Throughout my entire life, I have surrounded myself in a baseball atmosphere. With high
school and competitive baseball over, I fully intend on doing all that I can to stay in touch with
the game that I love. Baseball has done an immense amount of good for me, from teaching me
lessons that are applicable to daily life, to supplying me with an amazing hobby to spend my
nights. The process of becoming literate in baseball has been a long, enjoyable one that involves
maturing from phase to phase until I reach a greater understanding of the game. Now that I will
be able to observe the game from a spectators perspective, I am anxious to see what lessons
baseball has to convey to me in the future.