Creative Writing

Poem: Heater, hot dogs, and baseball

I remember that time I was playing baseball, someone threw me a fastball, I hit a bomb. A man called the hit weak, he was up to bat and I gave him my heat, and in my head I told him, go take a seat. I felt sweat run down my neck. Take a breath…
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Richard Ramblaz

November 16, 2017

I remember that time I was playing baseball,

someone threw me a fastball, I hit a bomb.

A man called the hit weak,

he was up to bat and I gave him my heat,

and in my head I told him,

go take a seat.

I felt sweat run down my neck.

Take a breath of the fresh air,

You can smell the hot dogs cooking

on a stand.

I turned to my left and I could see

doing a handstand.

I turned to my left and I noticed

someone selling some contraband

with some cash in the other guy’s hand.

My first baseball game in Rancho Cienega.

Scholar-athlete Cody Going: off to Division 1

Scholar-athlete Cody Going: off to Division 1

Cody Going has been in Mission Viejo high school’s football program, a team ranked number four in California by MaxPreps, for five long years. From his time in eighth grade to now he’s been able to see the athletes at Mission Viejo High grow from teammates to a...