Ping, Plunk, Pow. I have always been involved in extra curricular activities. In baseball the ping of the bat is heart warming. There is nothing like walking up to the batting cages to hear someone getting a few cuts in before practice. It is a sound of accomplishment. A sound of success. It shows that the person who had just thrown that ball now will have to have someone snag it before the batter can run the bases. The infielders charge the ball with agility hoping that the ball tenaciously enters their glove. The plunk of that leather on leather, glove on ball is another sound of victory. It shows that you can do it. A routine ground ball is gobbled up and tossed to the appropriate base. That works every time, except for a dinger. The ball explodes off of the bat, POW, into the outfield; 99% of the time you can tell too. Right off of the bat the angle, the speed of the ball. Every player knows it. The stands probably don't know, but the people on the field do. I have never hit a home run, with my 5' 5" stature and 120 lbs build. It is not my job. I get on base so that the tank hitting after me is enabled to get even more runs when he bombs the ball. When I am on the field my heart beats for the game. When the butterflies in my stomach amplify this sound all I hear is Ping, Plunk, Pow.

Now I know that I really just took a poetic approach to one thing I love, but that doesn't mean I am only a jock. I also started a club, that welcomes new kids. I started this after I had a tough transition to my new school and hoped no one would ever have to feel what I felt. I am also a member of Fellowship of Christian Athletes, my church's production team and I assist in a state funded Day Care.