Sports is Life
Sports have played an important role in my life ever since I was very young. My interest began early in life when my parents would take me to the Astros, Rockets, and Texans games. I loved the excitement that I would feel when we went to watch these events, especially when the scores were close until the very end of the game. I started playing t-ball when I was 3, basketball when I was 6, and football when I was 10. I have played select year round baseball ever since I was 8. I believe playing sports has helped develop and change me into the person I am today.
One of my most memorable moments was at the World Series when I was eleven years old and played on the Texas Rattlers. The July heat in South Haven, Mississippi was unbearable. It was the semi-final game in the World Series. Sweat dripped off my nose as we ran into the dugout for our last at bat. “We need some runs!” The coaches yelled as they spit out sunflower seeds. We were down by one run in the last inning. I was the second batter up as my hands shook the aluminum bat back and forth in the on-deck circle. I was ready for this moment; this is why I stayed late after every practice; this is why I was the captain of the team; this was my moment. In the next few seconds, I had the chance to show my strength as a hitter and my ability to be a leader under pressure. I stepped up to the batters box and the coach screamed, “Gavin, hit like you always do. Let’s go number 7!” That made me even more nervous, but now I was more determined than ever to hit that ball. I knew that I had to find a way to lead my team to victory. All of my hard work and dedication should payoff now! The pitcher went through his motions and threw a fastball right down the middle. It felt like the pitch was coming at me in slow motion, just like in the movies. I waited and waited for the pitch to come and when it did I swung the bat with all my might. The baseball flew off my bat like a shooting star over the left field fence. I hit
One of my most memorable moments was at the World Series when I was eleven years old and played on the Texas Rattlers. The July heat in South Haven, Mississippi was unbearable. It was the semi-final game in the World Series. Sweat dripped off my nose as we ran into the dugout for our last at bat. “We need some runs!” The coaches yelled as they spit out sunflower seeds. We were down by one run in the last inning. I was the second batter up as my hands shook the aluminum bat back and forth in the on-deck circle. I was ready for this moment; this is why I stayed late after every practice; this is why I was the captain of the team; this was my moment. In the next few seconds, I had the chance to show my strength as a hitter and my ability to be a leader under pressure. I stepped up to the batters box and the coach screamed, “Gavin, hit like you always do. Let’s go number 7!” That made me even more nervous, but now I was more determined than ever to hit that ball. I knew that I had to find a way to lead my team to victory. All of my hard work and dedication should payoff now! The pitcher went through his motions and threw a fastball right down the middle. It felt like the pitch was coming at me in slow motion, just like in the movies. I waited and waited for the pitch to come and when it did I swung the bat with all my might. The baseball flew off my bat like a shooting star over the left field fence. I hit