My First Experience With Baseball

My first love for the game of baseball came when I was a young boy, maybe around the age 5 or 6. There was just something different about this game and sport; the smell of the grass being mowed, the smell of fresh dirt being raked throughout the park, and last, but not least the char of fresh hamburgers and hot dogs coming off the grill. My family had centered my focus on the sport; starting when I was a kid, my first experience with baseball when my late Uncle Mike taught me how to pitch, as well as teach me what is now to be my favorite pitch; The Curveball, first invented by Fred Goldsmith. Even though I was very good on the mound, I was a very well-established, dominate power source for whoever I played ball for that season. Until Now.
Well I looked good throughout these first ten games, the league had a pitcher in the same age group as I was; I was facing him in a game with who was at the time the Marlins. The young pitcher had thrown me a ball up and in, somehow; someway I had been able to turn my hips into this pitch meaning, I got the top part of the barrel A.K.A the sweet-spot on the bat. The spot that makes the ball travel a huge amount of distance as it comes off the bat. As I would get hot, the next three games were probably the hardest times of my baseball career, I had gotten way to confident and realized that I was good; I knew that I could hit a ball far and make it soar. I started to get cocky and just try to make the ball go as far as I possibly could. The resultant of this was that I started to strike out more and more than I usually did. This made me feel absolutely nauseated to my
Until one night, I had finally told myself that, "Hey, I need to find myself and just do what I have been doing this whole season; and find a way to get my game back on track." I Also will never forget these words of my hitting coach, he looked at me and said two words that still affect me to this day, " Be yourself." That same night I found myself approaching the ballpark in my mom's car, I hopped out and I heard the noise of the game playing prior to us, the smell of dirt being lifted by sliding children. Throughout this game we had been playing, I got another shot at the Marlins, I had gone 0 for 2 that night and I was dealing with an advocate pitcher who had pretty good stuff in his time through the season. I was in a 2-1 count and was telling myself what my coach had said to me earlier in the night. I stepped on the white-chalked batter's box and stared into the pitcher's eyes, it felt like an eternity. The pitcher had become set and started his delivery, I got an outside corner, belt high pitch, I watched the ball hit my bat and soar, it seemed like an eternity watching that ball sail over the fence. I had done it; I was never happier with myself in a moment like this. I would go on to carry my team to a League championship game; but lost by two runs. I had finally gotten the season I had