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1 Su Monica Su Schnell PreAP English 1 7 May 2015 Eyes on the Prize “Batter up!” shouts a distant voice while sold out stadium roars with excitement. The pitcher’s eye burns a hole through me. He grins and prepares to pitch. Before I realize it, the baseball pierces through the air as if it’s going through thick fluid. Time slows down and I take a walk through memory lane. I recall helping my father with auto parts in the Dominican Republic, to being recruited by the Minnesota Twins, to getting married, to rigorous training, to what I had for breakfast this morning. Getting to the World Series is not just a run of the mill. I wake up everyday in the morning dazed. Living in Weston, Massachusetts, a town that derives from a racist history, being successful isn’t easy. Growing up in a bad neighborhood where drugs were an everyday thing, it makes you think and appreciate what you have. Everybody goes through tough times in their life, no matter what you do. On top of that, I’ve never had the opportunity to attend college. The best thing to has ever happened to me was landing in Boston. If it wasn’t for Boston, Big Papi would’ve never existed. I’d never get to live the dream that I am now. Growing up, I worked with auto parts and I’d still be doing that if it weren’t for baseball. Tiffany, my lovely wife, would’ve never been in my life, nor my three baby angels, Alexandra, Jessica, and D'Angelo. The day that the Minnesota Twins released me, I thought my

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    MonicaSu

    Schnell

    PreAPEnglish1

    7May2015

    EyesonthePrize

    Batterup!shoutsadistantvoicewhilesoldoutstadiumroarswithexcitement.

    Thepitcherseyeburnsaholethroughme.Hegrinsandpreparestopitch.BeforeI

    realizeit,thebaseballpiercesthroughtheairasifitsgoingthroughthickfluid.Timeslows

    downandItakeawalkthroughmemorylane.Irecallhelpingmyfatherwithautopartsinthe

    DominicanRepublic,tobeingrecruitedbytheMinnesotaTwins,togettingmarried,torigorous

    training,towhatIhadforbreakfastthismorning.

    GettingtotheWorldSeriesisnotjustarunofthemill.Iwakeupeverydayinthe

    morningdazed.LivinginWeston,Massachusetts,atownthatderivesfromaracisthistory,being

    successfulisnteasy.Growingupinabadneighborhoodwheredrugswereaneverydaything,it

    makesyouthinkandappreciatewhatyouhave.Everybodygoesthroughtoughtimesintheirlife,

    nomatterwhatyoudo.Ontopofthat,Iveneverhadtheopportunitytoattendcollege.Thebest

    thingtohaseverhappenedtomewaslandinginBoston.

    IfitwasntforBoston,BigPapiwouldveneverexisted.Idnevergettolivethedream

    thatIamnow.Growingup,IworkedwithautopartsandIdstillbedoingthatifitwerentfor

    baseball.Tiffany,mylovelywife,wouldveneverbeeninmylife,normythreebabyangels,

    Alexandra,Jessica,andD'Angelo.ThedaythattheMinnesotaTwinsreleasedme,Ithoughtmy

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    careerwasover.IthoughtIwouldneverseeafilledbaseballstadiumfromthebottomupever

    again.

    UnrelentingmemoriesofmybrutalpastthatIremainatconflictwithcontinuetohaunt

    me.Theballcontinuestomovetowardsmeasiflikewasinslowmoandthecrowdfallssilent.

    Astheballdrawsnear,Istartmyswing.Myarmsfeellikejelly.AdeafeningcracksoundsandI

    takeofftowardsfirstbase.Thisisnow,hereIam,andman,Ilovethegameofbaseball.