Baseball and It’s Beauty

More often than not people over look baseball for football for the simple fact of its intensity. But I ask you is football a sport that gives everyone a chance? No football is unforgiving and merciless while baseball gives to all and serves as a safe haven to those who aren’t the most physical fit or gifted. Because you can work at it, like R.A. Dickey a man who will soon have a movie picture made after his life. From being a talented prospect throughout high school and college to the lowest of lows. Dickey was born without a tendon in his pitching arm and faced a chose take a million dollars now and never play again or try again and become something more. He chose the long and difficult road to be more and boy was it some road. Dickey traveled back and forth from a total of 32 minor league teams to pursue the dream of any little kid to be a ball player. He finally got his big break in the later 2000’s with a 2-year deal with the New York Mets. And man was it beautiful, some dorky kid who faced adversity and spit in its face was a MLB pitcher who threw a knuckle ball. See that’s the beauty of baseball any kid who has a dream to play can, its not about talent or being a physically gifted its about the determination of that dorky kid and the game will do the rest.

Memory

I can honestly say that I can remember mostly anything, really anything. I can tell you the first day I had ever met you and when I did. Yet I can’t seem to remember when an assignment is do. It’s a bit of a curse to be honest, all it takes is one little distraction and poof its gone right then and there. That is probably the biggest issue of all, I got a gift of a memory but the attention span of a nat. Can you see the problem? But I’ve had a saving grace through the whole thing. My teacher happens to be a wonderful lady, who understands her students and is forgiving. I haven’t seen a teacher who has cared more about her students than her, as well as someone as nice as her. I will never forget my teacher, I first met her in the 8th grade and I was one of those punks yet she would never give up on you. Then my second year of high school she was my creative writing teacher, yet again the same amazing lady helped me become a better person. And finally my senior she is my journalism teacher and I couldn’t think of anybody else I’d rather have than her. I guess what I have been wanting to say is thank you for being the great teacher you’ll always be and thank you for everything.