To Be a Champion

Author's Note: Winning that special game as a young boy can be a memorable event in the eyes and mind of any athlete.  A city baseball championship is the pinnacle event for any boy's summer.  Pay attention to the details I have provided readers in this narrative and descriptive piece.

Winning, we are told, isn't everything, but to a teenage boy playing summer baseball, it sure can be sweet.  It most certainly was this season, the summer of my 7th to 8th grade year, 1974 to be exact. I was a member of the top baseball team in Waukesha Park and Rec baseball.  We were city champions when it was all said and done, winning convincingly in the championship game vs the south side Roberta Park players, the "A's". Winning was indeed everything this particular summer.

The "Twins", comprised mostly of kids from the Dopp Park area of Waukesha, which is near the hospital, was an amazing group of players.  We had two solid pitchers who had mastered the curve ball and off speed pitch, along with nasty fastballs, and a catcher, myself, who could handle the challenging aspects of what happens when a curve pitch drops two and a half feet through the strike zone.  The coaches knew I could handle the pressure of each pitch by the way they instructed me to call the game.  Along with great pitching, our hitters were phenomenal for young boys of 12 and 13 years old.  This was largely due to our daily pick-up baseball games for months on end prior to the season.  Many a baseball we wore out, eventually wrapping the ball of string in masking tape after the leather cover had torn off  to keep the games going. This scenario was much like the famous movie "The Sandlot", minus the big dog and junkyard.  

With the undefeated regular season complete and the playoffs in full swing, the championship game was next upon us. "Steve, today's game will be a tough one because these guys are great hitters; we need you and John to be on your 'A' games today", said the coaches.  John was our older, more control oriented pitcher.  He would lead the game off by pitching the first five or six innings, and we would conclude with Tim, our "fireballer" in the seventh. When Tim, our younger pitcher, enters a game, the entire team knows that victory is certain that day.

The final game began like most others that year: our first six hitters rocked the ball hard, scoring six runs in the first four innings.  Defensively we were strong as well, only allowing one runner to get to second base on a bloop double down the first base line in the third inning.  John had six "K's" by this time, well on his way to his usual "double digit" strike out game.  When the fifth inning came around, a lead off homer by the"A's" first basemen, a sense of urgency was felt by our team.  Not really the worrying kind, I felt things were well at hand; this was proven by our shutout innings which followed this "fluke" homer.

Confidently our team reached the final inning up by five runs with our "closer" entering the game.  As the what would be the last batter of the contest walked up to the plate, our fans cheering loudly for the final out, I raised my hand with two fingers held high, yelling to my team, "two down, who wants the last out?"  With that call, Tim gave me a "no problem" look and proceeded to nail three straight strikes, the last being the most nasty curve ball I had seen that day.  When the umpire cried "strike three", and the batter looked bewildered as to path of that "cliff-dropping" pitch, the championship was won!

My fist flew up towards the sky with the game ball in my glove, as I ran towards the player's mob at the pitcher's mound.  We had done it; despite various setbacks we had to overcome: the family vacations which caused kids to miss games, the rain outs which caused us to play three games in five days one week, and the loss of our starting second baseman due to injury, the Twins were Waukesha City League Champions.  This season, especially this day, would be etched in the record books, along with the minds of the young men who played that day on the winning team.

Good or Bad Choices

Author's Note: In this PERSONAL NARRATIVE piece I tried to use a connective introduction "hook" so that it would return in my conclusion.  I want the reader to feel as though they are right next to me and the other persons in the story. Also, pay attention to the dialogue in the piece to see if it seems realistic.  

Choosing the right friends, or the people we hang out with, can be a very trying time in life for young people.  At first some kids might seem like fun people to hang out with, but if you look more closely at who or what they really are, life on their path may not be the choice you really want to make.  It is here that you may feel the swift kick in the butt that many youngsters experience or NEED to experience in their lives. This is the way it was in my early school years, from second to third grade. 

The neighborhood was littered with different kinds of kids, but the sort who seemed to be the most interesting were the ones who very likely did the more mischievous things.  Whether it was playing "dingdong ditchit" in the neighboring apartment buildings, throwing rocks at the passing train on the nearby tracks, or stealing the small "slugs" from the electrical boxes that were in the "new constructions" underway in the apartments behind our building,  with this crowd,  mischief was around every corner. 

It was then that the neighbor Kurt began to influence some of the decisions I was going to make in the next few months.  He lived down the street in the duplexes north of our apartments on Scott Street and had the coolest "banana seat" bike in the land, purple in color with high chrome handlebars and a black seat.  Kurt never seemed to have to be anywhere specific, always a carefree kid who hung around everyone else because, we came to find out later on, his parents both worked and left him alone from 6 am to 6 pm every day.  "Come on Steve, let's go to the dump," Kurt said one summer day.  We jumped on our bikes and started our ride down to the dump near the end of the street we lived on.  I should have turned around that minute when Kurt said, "wait, I have to get something from my house first."  I wasn't sure what it was he was going to get, but if I could have predicted what it was, I am sure I would have been close. 

After interrupting our journey briefly, we were soon to be off on our trek.  "I got it." exclaimed Kurt, as he ran from his house.  I could not see what "it" was, but only time would tell.  I probably could have guessed right then this "it" was not going to be good, as Kurt had always seemed to have "something up his sleeve" so to speak.  When we arrived at the dump, we jumped off our bikes and proceeded to the spot where the old refrigerators and stoves were piled.  This was a great place to practice our rock throwing skills, something most young boys work at daily in the summer, especially where rocks were plenty.  Kurt became quickly bored with rocks and wanted to "fire" things up.  "Look what I have Steve," Kurt said in a dangerous voice.  "What are those?" I asked, not knowing, but yet really knowing what was next.  "Watch this," Kurt said.  He then proceeded to pull out a "zippo" lighter and lighted the small-finger sized tube.  "Run," he hollered.  I knew this would be no good as soon as he cried run.  Off we sprinted, far enough away; safe from the impending result.  KABOOM!  The door to the refrigerator blew off it's hinges in a mini mushroom cloud of smoke and flames 15 to 20 feet in the air.  Kurt had somehow gotten his hand on some kind of explosive; come to find out, he had taken from his dad's work truck.  Kurt's dad was in construction, which provided Kurt with a multitude of "trouble" opportunities. He had stolen the half-stick of dynamite the night before from his dad's truck and wanted to have an early 4th of July blast. 

Right then, that day, I should have parted ways with Kurt, but what 8 year old would think that far down the line.  Could I have known Kurt would introduce me to cigarettes and all sorts of trouble in the coming months? Absolutely not. My parents didn't smoke and for sure they had raised me to be smarter than this, or so I thought.  Hindsight is 20-20 we are told, but for a young, impressionable boy, fun was a yet undefined word.  Somehow that "kick in the butt" didn't come soon enough for  me because I had to learn the hard way that being friends with the wrong kids can lead to trouble times one-hundred.

Semantic Devices Powerpoint

Semantic Devices Powerpoint

A New Year For Many Reasons Indeed

Author's Note: I have come to understand that the demons that prevent us from reaching our goals can and are eliminated if we first overcome initial fears and obstacles.  In this piece readers may see what I have done to overcome an obstacle in my life, allowing me to be free from pain and suffering.

Happy New Year to all of you!  2012 will surely bring about many new changes for all as we meet new friends, face new challenges and experience emotional ups and downs.  As I read the many short writing pieces from my students, I try to remember one thing that guides all of us: the dreams we have CAN become a reality if one sets their sights on a prize, a goal, or in essence, our dream.  One clear dream that I have is to be able to live life pain free, void of the daily grinding, no pun intended, associated with an arthritic hip.

My hip replacement surgery of December 19th, 2011 went according to plan and I am currently well on the road to recovery and a more healthy life. As I have heard from so many people in discussing the surgery, the statement "do you wish you had done it earlier?" has come up each time.  The resounding answer would logically be yes! If I had known earlier how good my body would feel now, I would have done something sooner, maybe at the beginning of summer in 2011.  Painfully, the last few months of the year were somewhat difficult, but that made the choice to have necessary surgery all the more wise: although viewing the procedure "online" might have made the choice not so easy as it is quite gruesome to have one's hip bone cut off, replaced with a titanium ball, and the hip socket shaved and refinished with ceramics and plastic. If you are curious as to what this procedure looks like just "google" posterior hip replacement surgery and you can see the process for yourself.

However, the results are amazing.  I am looking forward to a spring of golf and being able to walk and run with no residual pain in my body: something we all can agree is the way life should be. Many thanks go out to my colleagues at work, especially Mrs. Muench, who experience the same procedure last year, for recommending the fine surgeon Dr. Evanich, and to my co-teacher Mrs. Mundt, who helped tremendously in keeping me in the loop here at school.  I also could not have done this without the support of my wonderful family: wife Karen and sons Eric and Dan, who put up with my crankiness while I was recovering.

Long is the journey, but even longer and more permanent are the positive results! Have a safe and healthy 2012 everyone.

It's the Hap-Happiest Time of the Year!

Author's Note: It is THE most wonderful time of the year, which is why everyone should "feel the season". See if you can imagine what it is like to be part of a family gathering, a special event, or a joyous memory within this short narrative.

The anniversary of the birth of our savior, mistletoe, holiday cookies, eggnog, family gatherings, "Elf" and "Christmas Vacation": these are the many traditions and attractions revered within the Christmas season. It is a time where we reflect upon the past year and all we have done, all we have seen, and all that was.

Yet, with reflection comes renewal, rebirth and refreshing "exhale" in preparation for the future. This season, when you visit with grandma and grandpa, Uncle Larry and Aunt Ruth, along with your brother or sister you have not seen in three months, take the time to be thankful for what you have been provided.

Take time also to help someone who may not have had such a great year; make their life a little better by doing that small, thoughtful thing to make life more meaningful for them: whether it is donating food at your local food pantry, volunteering at the local "kettle ringing" or joining an impromptu group to sing Christmas carols.

Remember: "The best way to spread Christmas cheer, is singing loud for all to hear". Buddy Elf

End of the Quarter

Author's Note: Fall can be a very wonderful time of the year, for many of us. Please pay particular attention to my use of literary devices within the short paragraph reflecting on school thus far.


As we move towards the Autumn and Winter months, the ever so closer "half way" point of school becomes even more a reality. The fall sports seasons are wrapping up for high schools: yet thankfully we have Green Bay Packer football, and winter activities are beginning to take shape.

Like students entering a school, soon, if not already, hunters from across the state will enter the wooded areas around Wisconsin looking for that prize pheasant, grouse or deer. These experienced hunters usually have taken great care, planning and preparing for their respective hunts.Such experiences in the wild are ones people remember for a lifetime.

Hunters, like students may begin to see the need and importance of thinking ahead, planning for roadblocks and obstacles that may impede their progress, much like not bring your hunting license with you would affect your hunt negatively. Such experiences in school can be some of the most memorable of all! Be mindful of the need to pay attention to detail always, and your successes will certainly multiply.

Welcome to the new school year!

Author's Note: The beginning of a school year can  be a stressful time, but remember, you can make successes from what you wish each and every day in school! See if you can remember, as you read this piece, the good times you had in school.

As you venture on towards the career of your choice (yes, I understand this is a pretty "heavy" topic of discussion at this time in your life, but your future really is nearer than you think), one very important question needs to be considered: are you working towards your goal? Each and every day, we need to remember that whatever you are doing at any given time or place should, at some point, lead towards your ultimate goal. If you want to be the best soloist in the choir, the first chair in violin, the starting point guard, or the number one goal keeper, what are you doing to reach for that goal? As you move on to high school, career choices come into play: what college we will attend or what career choice will we make? The goals themselves may change, but the need to have goals in mind does not! Hold this thought as we travel down the road of middle school language arts at Asa Clark Middle School. Let the journey begin!