baseball and football(compare and contrast)

Two of the most popular sports have got to be baseball and football. These two sports provide entertainment for thousands of people, and give us something to root for every season. Whether you’re a baseball fan or a football fan, you don’t have to know the ends and outs to see they have a lot of difference, yet a lot of similarities, as well.
Looking at a baseball player compared to a football player, you can tell quickly who does more physical training and lifting. Both sports require some sort of physical conditioning, but in baseball it’s all about flexibility and quickness, where as in football, it’s about how much force and explosiveness you have. Try putting a 300 pound lineman at shortstop and see how quick he can get rid of the baseball. Obviously, it’s going to be tougher because his arms are going to naturally move slower.
This brings me to my next point. You train a certain way, simply to play a certain way. Both sports require you to have some sort of mindset out on the playing field. In baseball if you’re not loose and relaxed at your position, you are more likely to stumble over yourself and make errors. Football is the exact opposite. In football you have to be uptight and tense, so you want get killed. It takes numerous of practices to train yourself to stay in that mindset.
That also brings me to my next point. One major similarity between the two sports is the hours of running you put in. It’s the type of running where at the end of the day, your legs still feel like they are moving. Not to mention the nausea that comes with the endless drills. The big difference between the running for baseball players is they don’t have to run with pounds of pads and equipment on . In the end, all the running and practice pays off come game time and the fans are there rooting you on.
Yes the fans! They are what make every sport worth playing. Whether it is for a game saving interception or a walk off homerun, nothing beats that spine tingling roar coming from thousands of fans going nuts and the never ending echo of air horns sounding throughout the stadium. Every infamous sports highlight would be seemingly pointless without the fans. Although it seems like all fans would be the same, they are different in their own way. It’s almost become stereotypical of football fans to tailgate and be a little ruder than baseball fans. Walk up to any Florida Gator fan at the stadium and tell him or her there team is horrible; wait for the response, it will not be pretty. As for baseball fans, they are a tad bit calmer.
Without the fans there would be no players, and without players, there would be no couches. Coaches for a football team or a baseball team are both going to be competitive. What’s different is how they coach. You don’t even have to be a player to know that a football coach is going to be loud and in your face, where as a baseball coach is going to be calmer and explain things to you. This all leads back to the mindset a football and baseball player must have. You can’t have a loud and in your face baseball couch, simply because the players will be uptight and tense and vice versa.
Knowing these two sports are similar, it’s the little difference that makes me still prefer baseball. After all, it is America’s past time.

my ex girlfriend

growing up i have been the type that thought it was stupid to date at such a young age. i used to laugh at the people who would say they were in love after three months of dating. my opinion quickly changed when i came across this cute blonde haired green eyed girl, who was wanting more than just a friendship. Last november i was headed for the biggest mistake that i had ever made in my eighteen years of living. we hit it off quickly.  months past and we made so many good memories. we broke up in july. It was the toughest pain i had ever endured. No more late night phone calls, no more good morning sweetie, nothing.  The fact is, is that i just had to end the relationship. I had no trust in her. Tossing and turning in the bed, with that sick feeling of being cheated on, took its toll on me. I had every one telling me the type of girl she was, but i didnt want to believe it. I had all the warnings right in front of my face, but did i listen? No, afterall, pride is the hardest thing to swallow! In my head, i believed she was something that she really wasnt. i lied to myself for eight months. In the end i finally caught her, and all the wondering was over.

She still calls me and we talk like old friends would, but somehow the past gets brought up and she realizes the mistakes she made. She wants a second chance, and tells me she will not ever hurt me again. As for me, i smile and let it go through one ear and out the other. She was my first love, and its hard not to think people can grow up and change, but for now im going to stick to my roots and enjoy being single.  

brotherhood (example paper)

From the moment I came into this world I have had a friend. Not just a friend, but a best friend. The type of friend that taught me right from wrong, wrong from right, and most importantly, how to be “cool”. From all of this, we have had a bond like no other. Some would say I was his shadow. Who is this friend? I am proud to say he is my older brother. It’s hard not to say having an older brother is more fulfilling than being an only child.
He was the third person to hold all six pounds and seven ounces of me. What best friend can you say has done that? Of course, I don’t remember anything before the age of five, but what I do remember is a childhood that I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Growing up, we were both die hard wrestling fans. I mean absolute fanatics. Nothing was better than Monday nights, as any true fan would tell you. It consisted of changing back and forth from Monday Night Raw and Monday Night Nitro. Well, sometimes, it wasn’t that easy! If we wanted to watch wrestling, we had to watch it in the dreaded back bedroom (Mom never supported seeing grown men being hit over the head with steel chairs!). The cable for the TV was strip. Did that stop two diehard fans from watching wrestling? After all I was nicknamed Sting, and he was Hulk Hogan. The only thing that stopped us, was when we used our stash of duct tape for wrapping mom and dad’s Christmas presents. With the cable tightly ducted tape, there we were, crossed legged and staring at our heroes in action. During commercial breaks we would reenact the fights with our action figures (not dolls). Man we had it all! We had the ring, the action figures, and most of all, our imagination. Wrestling didn’t just end after Monday either. In our room, we put on a show for just me and him. Our only worry was who got to do the main event. Being the younger brother stepping down came with the territory. As usual, mom would come in write as the action was heating up and tell us to get in the bed. Two boys who thought they were big, bad wrestlers melted at the sound of moms voice and dads heavy footsteps in the background. Often times though, we rebelled. Mom would say it was because of the wrestling, dad would just say calm it down. If that didn’t get through to us, we took the whooping like our heroes did. The worst part of it all was deciding who got the whooping first. Sit back and wait it off or go first and get it over with? It was a lose, lose. If you go second you had to wait while laughing at your brother getting spanked, but you knew your turn was coming. If you go first, you knew you were going to hear your brother laughing in the background. When it was all over the first thing we did was argued who got it worse. Then we would laugh at each other’s girly scream. This always made us laugh but then it was off to bed with that feeling of knowing you had school the next day.
At the bus stop we were the coolest kids on the block. We were out there rain or shine. After all, we had people to talk to. I looked up to him and I guess this is why I felt so cool. When the bus would get there, we headed to the back. This is where he taught me how to stand up for myself, how to curse, and become aware of the people you talk to. It was like the closer you sat to the back the smarter you got.
At school and not in the same classes, I had no worries. Ill never forget being out at the playground and a kid his age was picking on me. He grabbed the kid up by his shirt and threw him in the sand.
It was me and him every day. We were a duo! Looking back at my childhood, it was like one long summer vacation. It was like having your friend spend the night every night. As we all do, he got older and mature, and about this time I finally became an older brother. He passed the torch and now I got my own little brother to take care of.