Split Harmony

In baseball there are nine players who have access to their specific area on the diamond. However, the players have a natural sense of cooperating with one another despite the territorial split, which is evident in a plethora of baseball plays. As I stand on the mound ready to pitch, I think to myself, can I strike this batter out or should I let my teammates make the play for me? This is a level of trust that I need to put into my teammates to make an effective baseball team. Striking the batter out is not something my pitches can do very easily because of its lack of movement and its speed compared to other pitchers on my team. However, I can let my teammates make the plays for me. If my teammates get outs for me, I can spend less time and pitches on each batter. Obviously the other 8 fielders cannot do anything if the pitcher does not pitch at all. Every player has a dependency on other players because no one can play baseball alone. Another significant connection is between the pitcher and the catcher. I trust that my catcher can stop my curveballs or any bad pitches, so it won't go behind him. Knowing this, I can throw my curveballs without worrying that it would go past the catcher. It is also evident amongst the fielders. As I play second baseman, I occasionally make a bad throw to first base, but I put full trust in our team's first baseman because I know that he will catch the ball. Therefore it is a harmony of trust between all nine players. Each player can do their job and move efficiently if everyone can do their part in making plays. I trust my teammates' abilities and I try to perform well so I can be a reliable player on my team.

I got 99 problems but a pitch ain't one

I recently started pitching for Sage's baseball team and since then, I practiced non-stop to master the delivery of my pitches. As I stood on the mound, I felt nervous and hesitant about what results would come out after I threw the next pitch; this fear limited my throwing abilities and led me to throw everywhere except the strike zone. I practiced harder everyday to fix my shortcomings. It was grueling with the sun beating down on my neck. I could feel each sweat bead crawling down my skin as I delivered with all my might. I stared intently at the mitt I was supposed to throw into, thinking about how I should throw straight into the glove. However, my pitches never seemed to listen to me. As it dashed towards the mitt, missing the strike zone in the process, it felt as if the ball was a wild animal out of control; I was just providing each pitch with velocity, so it could travel its own pathway. I spent months trying to tame this wild beast, knowing that if I succeed, I could use it as a weapon to "strike" fear into the batter as they meekly swing and miss. However, the journey to assume authority over my pitches is a difficult task, especially when I lack experience playing baseball in general. However, I felt a strange sense of calmness while I practiced on the mound, which helped me focus on my weak points. I realized I was pulling the ball too hard with my fingers in a futile effort to add velocity into my pitches. As I practiced constantly releasing at the same point , my pitches have become significantly accurate. I can slightly adjust the pressure of my index and middle finger to change the location of where I want my pitches to travel. I also practiced following through after finishing my pitch, so that I can increase both consistency and the velocity of my pitches. I used to be hesitant and meek when I stood on the mound, but I learned that enjoying the intensity and the responsibility of being a pitcher stokes the passion that burns furiously in my heart.

In the Presence of the Father's Fury

The confidence from before

Disintegrated in an instant

In the presence of my father

The one who holds absolute dominance over me

The one who leads and supports the family

I try to speak but my words fail me

The constricted throat squeezes my explanations

I manage to mumble out incoherent sentences

Words returned in an angry tone

Demanding me to speak up

I feel tears about to come out

I put in more effort to raise my voice

He replies in a thunderous voice that pierces my ears

I look down in terror wondering

Why my quiet voice is referred to as a bad habit.

Why do I fear him?

Is it because he scolds me with words of severity?

But then I realized he was only trying to correct my wrongdoings

To make sure I don’t make the same mistakes twice

As the harsh words slaps my face multiple times

I can feel it

Behind every word is love

He is disciplining me out of love

But then I wonder

Would he discipline me the same way if he didn’t love me?

Last Resort Sport

It is pretty clear by now that baseball is the sport I am most passionate about. However, I started playing when I entered high school, so I don't have much experience compared to my teammates who played since they were 5. In fact, I was into many other sports before I started baseball. For example, I was a biathlete, a rugby player, a soccer player, and, to this day, a tennis player, a cross country runner and a boxer. I bounced around different sports before I willingly devoted most of my time to baseball. I will admit, I really had fun while I spent my time on the rugby and soccer field, the tennis court, the cross-country terrain, next to the punching bag, and even in the swimming pool. I learned a myriad of strategic movements, so I can perform efficiently in each sport. In rugby, for example, I learned that I did not necessarily have to be able to tackle and push the opponents back every time, which I was incapable of doing due to my miniscule body size as a 12 year old. I learned to go with their momentum by letting them run past me and grabbing onto their hips when they were besides me. This caused the runners to trip and fall in the same manner a traditional tackle would without causing too many injuries to myself. However, was I really passionate for other sports like I am for baseball? Or did I waste my time and money practicing for a sport that I will eventually quit later on? Honestly, it is not about whether I can succeed in life through this sport, it is about the unforgettable experiences I have gained as I participated in each sport. I do not regret ever trying to participate in various sports because it means I can experience each and every one without the dedication and effort required to becoming a professional. Even after my experiences with quitting different sports, I can confidently say that the only time the baseball will ever leave the diamond, is when I hit a home run with it.

Dear Future Offsprings

Hi (son's name).
How is it going back home? I hope everything is going well with you and your mother. I'm sorry I haven't been coming home lately because of my job, but I assure you, I will come home soon. You are now 15 years old, so take good care of your mother. I am so thrilled that you finally decided to join your school's baseball team. I also started playing around your age and I am so happy you can finally participate in the one sport I am truly passionate about. I only ask that you give it your best and have fun. I struggled when I was young because I was a lot skinnier than you. However, I am certain you have the advantage now, so never give up. I love you and I hope to see you soon.
Love,
Your father

Stitchmarks on my Bat: The impact that Lasts Forever

I enjoy participating in every moment of a baseball game. From pitching to fielding there are a variety of tasks that I can do to contribute to the game. However, I cannot remember specific details that happened in the game unless someone records the actual game.
When I hit the ball with my wooden bat, a mark is carved into the wood. As the game progresses, more marks can be made as evidence that I made contact with the ball. It is evidence that I contributed to the game somehow and will last until my bat is broken and disposed. When I say I made a hit, does not necessarily mean I got on base, it means I prevented the ball from entering the catcher's mitt and put it into play. It could possibly let the runners advance to the next base by sacrificing a batter to an out for a scoring advantage. It can be a small dent, but it still helps me remember my contribution to the game itself. Sometimes I might not even put it into play. I could make contact but it might have been caught out or fouled off. Although I failed to help the runners advance, the mark means I took a chance and swung at a pitch that was potentially a strike. Personally, getting struck out swinging is much better than getting struck out looking. The feeling of missing aggressively is actually more tolerable than to watch a pitch fall into the strike zone, because you will get the feeling that you could and should have done something. My wooden bat will not last for 80 years, but I intend to relive the memories while I still have a memento in my possession.

How to Baseball 101

The baseball diamond is where I developed a passion for baseball and also where I grew determined to become a better baseball player. I started playing baseball during the summer of 2013 at Sage, where I learned how to throw baseballs far without risking any injuries to my tendons. I also learnt how to tag runners out by fielding ground balls that have unpredictable bounce. However, I struggled the most with hitting 70 mph pitches with bats that have a diameter of about three inches. I developed a passion for baseball that still burns fiercely today; I dedicate myself to strive towards to be a better player every day by practicing whenever I can.

Since I haven’t found a sport I could fully devote to during high school, I tried various sports, such as soccer, rugby, and cross country. I wanted to dedicate my time and efforts to a sport that offers the most fun without sustaining too many injuries to my skinny body frame. Unfortunately, I ended up quitting all of the sports out of frustration. I was devoted to soccer before coming to Sage, but my physical capabilities led the coaches to believe I was not fit for soccer, resulting in most of my time spent on the cold, steel bench. Even the coach told me I had to “fatten up” in order to allow me to play on the field. Thanks to him, I lost hope in finding any potential in myself as a soccer player, so I took off my soccer cleats and never seen them since. It does not feel good to be told that you are incapable of being able to play a sport that you enjoy participating. I was a very active child but with no specific activity to do. However, I failed to find interest in any sports during middle school. Without a sport to devote to, I was like a Ronin, a master less samurai wandering around the village looking for jobs. Until, I was introduced to a new path at my first baseball game at the Angels’ stadium. I enjoyed every moment of the game. The cheering crowds, the delicious, but expensive, hot dog in my hand, the bright stadium lights shining onto everyone within the stadium. Most of the details has been imprinted in my memories, but I mainly focused on the pitcher and his pitches. Every pitch thrown piqued my interest, because each pitch was thrown with a purpose. That’s when I realized, everything I do has a meaning. Similar to how every pitch I throw has an ambiguous outcome, it’s how I deliver my next pitch that ultimately dictates the outcome. That was when my passion for baseball sparked into a fiery inferno. The intensity and the thrill of not knowing what will happen after each pitch is thrown stoked my fiery passion and ultimately influenced me to fall in love with the game.

You can say that baseball was the key to a revelation that brightened my life, but I also experienced dark and painful times during my career as a baseball player. I started as an outfielder when I started because I had to pick up the basic skillsets of every baseball player: catching a fly ball, then throwing the ball back to an infielder to stop the runners from advancing further. As I have stated before, I have a pretty fragile and feeble physique, so I had difficulties adjusting to baseball’s demanding physical capabilities. For example, one of the first struggles I have faced during practice is that my arm cannot withstand the violent action of a powerful throwing motion, so the ball did not go as far as I had hoped. Also since I was not accustomed to a constant throwing motion for my arm, I consistently experienced cramps and soreness in my biceps and my elbow. What made it worse was that the upperclassmen, who were already experienced with throwing baseballs since elementary schools, used such a powerful force to effectively launch their balls much farther than expected. I was extremely discouraged by this. Although the upperclassmen told me not to worry about it since I was a beginner, I was still discouraged that I will never be able to rise to their level. I also struggled with catching fly balls, which I thought was to be a simple task. I have never been so wrong in my life. First of all, it is almost impossible to predict a fly ball to come towards your way, so most of the times, I had to chase after fly balls because I was not expecting them. Each outfielder has their own territory that they have to cover; the entire area of the outfield on a regular baseball diamond is vast. So having only three people covering the entire field has high risks for letting ground balls or fly balls finding a hole between these outfielders. It is also surprisingly difficult to predict where a fly ball will land while it is high in the air. Think about trying to locate a white 9 inch baseball spinning at a height of 50 feet in the air. However, to this day, I still struggle with one of the most important skill necessary for every baseball player: batting. As I have said before, I use a metal or a wooden bat, which has a diameter of 3 inches, to hit a baseball streaking at a speed of 70-80 mph. What prevented me from swinging was that I did not know what kind of pitch the pitcher was going to throw next. I was shy and never took full swings at strikes, which resulted in me striking out most of the times. I really did not like to bat, mostly because I did not have the strength nor the accuracy to hit the ball. I was pushed to the brink of quitting, but I pushed back with a strong will to keep my head in the game, and continue forward.

After months of grueling batting and fielding practice, I realized that making contact at the sweet spot of my bat will require less effort for distance, so I tried aiming for the ball instead of blindly swinging my bat. Recently, I have been able to make solid contacts with the ball, which led to my first RBI double in an official game. My reaction time for determining whether a pitch is a strike or a ball became much quicker; the moment the pitcher threw the first pitch, I immediately knew it was a strike. I did not swing at full strength because I instinctively reacted with a light, but accurate swing. It was a clean hit towards center-left field. While the runners on 2^nd and 3^rd made it home, I was able to make it all the way to 2^nd base, thus resulting in an RBI double. Needless to say, I can confidently say that I have made significant improvements since my first summer baseball practice. My throwing distance nearly doubled in length, my fielding skills are more quick and agile, my batting average is no longer a .000, I also moved to 2^nd base and shortstop for my position, eventually I also became a pitcher for my team. I also started pitching last spring, which opened a whole new perspective of baseball to my life. As a pitcher, I imagined my pitches from the batter’s perspective, so I can throw a pitch that the batter will most likely swing at. I devote my entire body into each and every pitch, starting from my legs to my fingertips. I lift my leg up to create the initial momentum required for a stride, then I step forward pushing from the rubber with all the strength my quadriceps can muster. As I set my left foot down, I create a stable base, so my torso rotates to create torque and ultimately more momentum. My pitching arm comes up from behind while my gloved hand is pulled downwards to create additional rotational torque. My pitching arm comes up over my head and extends towards home plate, where I give one last snap of my wrist and my fingertips to add extra velocity, accuracy, and control over my pitches. Right after I let go, I follow through downward, causing my right leg to rise up from the rubber. Sometimes I cannot lift my head in time to see whether I threw a strike or not, but there are sometimes where I instinctively know it’s a strike without looking. Since I am a pitcher for Sage baseball, I ultimately lead my teammates to victory; I must also trust their ability to successfully make plays.

Before baseball, I truly felt hopeless and lost. Wandering around with my body aching to stay active. However, with no specific sports activity to devote to, my body’s athleticism starts to deteriorate. I was similar to a lost sheep, until baseball found me like a shepherd. As I started to play and learn skills, I also developed instincts as an infielder, so I do not have to think about what I have to do; my reaction times are much quicker due to my instincts. As a second baseman or a shortstop, there are times where I cannot make a throw to first base in time. However, I would rather play it safe and not risk making a bad throw; I learned that sometimes I should not foolishly give an advantage to the other team by risking bad throws. It has been a year since I first picked up a baseball, but I assure you I will never put it down again. 

Racial Stereotypes...to yourself?

Since I have had many experiences with different cultures, I know that most stereotypes about certain groups of people are not true. As a Korean I faced the usual stereotypes about Asians: small eyes, math geek, ping pong, rice, and etc. However, instead of being offended, I took two different approaches: I either just ignore their ignorance or I turn it into humor. I basically make fun of my own race.
I do not know why, but society has accepted the fact that a person promoting his own race's stereotype is considered humorous, while a person of a different race insulting other races is being racist. Is it because as an Asian, I am merely pointing out my own race's stereotypes, it becomes funny? And when people of other races do the same, they are being rude? Just let that sink in for a second....
But in reality, It can be helpful as a society. We are recognizing our common traits and turning them into humor. It shows that we have developed an immunity and an awareness towards our own stereotypes and we have grown stronger to take in these insults. However, trying to justify racism and being an asshole will not stop racism. We have to make sure we stay within our boundaries, then we could all have a laugh afterwards.


"Hey are you Japanese?" "No I'm actually Korean." "What's the difference?" "From that day on, I never talked to him again..."

Much Mature. Such Comix. Very Serious.

As stated in Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art by Scott Mcloud, comics are a vessel that can hold variations of ideas and images like any other books. However, the content presented in the comics are produced by the authors themselves, whom all have different tastes. So the reason we think that comics are not mature is because we mistook the immaturity of the stories created by the authors for the comic books themselves,which led us to believe that comic books are not suitable for mature stories.

Marjane Satrapi took a harder route by producing her autobiography in The Complete Persepolis as a comic book. Moreover, Marjane Satrapi did not even try to withhold printing mature contents onto her seemingly innocent comic book, some topics have heated debates around the world but caused even more chaos back in Iran, Marjane Satrapi's hometown. Most of us did what Scott Mcloud told us not to do: mistake the message for the messenger; this is similar to blaming Gmail for sending spam mails. Overall, The Complete Persepolis pushed aside stereotypes about comic books' immature content and managed to tell a serious story of her hardship through abusive authorities in Iran and her difficulties blending in with society in Austria.

Is the First Pitch most Important?

When meeting new people, first impressions are important because it gives the other person a sense of who he or she is. But does it accurately represent their true self or is it just another quick to judge assumption based off a one-time encounter with someone I have never met before?

Because the one encounter with new people doesn't accurately represent his or her personality, I have no right to make judgments about someone based on loose observations. Whenever I experience a bad first impression with new people, I don't automatically assume that he or she behaves awkward regularly. Likewise in Baseball, the first pitch can give the batter a sense of what he is up against, but not the summary of the pitcher's career. For example if I faced a pitcher that threw a 95 mph fastball that nearly hit my face, I would have dodged out of sheer terror of being hit by that kind of ball. However, that doesn't mean I will freeze every time I see the ball coming at such a high velocity. It was probably a bad first pitch from a pitcher that knows how to pitch very well. Or vice versa, where the pitcher threw an amazing strike as his first pitch, but turns out that was his only strike throughout the entire game.

So the first pitch from any pitcher does not always reflect his skills, especially because most pitchers have a more varieties of different pitches to use on the mound. It is the cumulative effect of all pitches that determine the outcome of the game, which emphasizes meaning to every pitch counts. So I make sure I don't make any judgments about someone's pitching until I become familiar with his style. Also as a pitcher myself, I fully devote myself to every pitch so that every pitch I throw will have an effect on the outcome.

Walking Up to Home Plate

Greetings!

My name is Albert Son and I am currently attending Sage Hill School as a Sophomore. I consider myself a third culture kid because I've lived in Korea, U.K, Inland China, Hong Kong, and the United States. What's even more amazing is that this doesn't make up even half of the list of countries I have visited. So I'm fairly experienced with various cultures since I was a child, which helped me develop social skills and academic skills. I have learned to adapt and blend with my surroundings, but I consider myself unique and slightly weird in my own ways.

 

I play baseball for Sage and you could say I fell in love with the game. Although it hasn't been too long since I started, it felt like love at first sight. Once I attended my first Baseball game, I grew passionate and determinate about the sport, and my passion still burns fiercely even today. You, the reader, might realize I will use a fair amount of baseball references within my blog because I want to emphasize how much baseball means to me.