Welcome to Moore’s
Sports Shorts
A collection of fictional and non-fictional
Stories written by David Moore
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If you are any one of the following: a sports fan, an athlete, a coach, or someone who simply likes to read, I believe you will enjoy the collections offered on this page - Stories, written by David Moore.
As a softball coach at Paradise Valley High School, in Phoenix, Arizona, Coach Moore attempts to motivate his student athletes, in the particular sports that they play, by the unique use of story telling. The stories written are presented to the players before the season begins as a 'hope' that their interest level will rise.
Knowing that the mental approach that student athletes have towards the game today is drastically different from the past, Moore believes that we, as mentors, need to offer as many varied strategies as possible to allow student athletes the opportunity to appreciate the games that we play.
Wanting to share "a strategy", David is offering his stories, via the net. As a possible tool for motivating the young, a chance to relive common experiences in other's lives, the possibility of thinking about the true meaning of living, and reading for the simple enjoyment that it brings, David Moore once again thanks you for surfing in to Moore's Sports Shorts.
On to the Stories
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As I go out amidst the chalk
And continue on with life’s walk
Know to me that you’ll always be mine
And, if you need me, I’ll be “Down the Line”
Removing her focus on the poster to the legs on her body, Brianna rubbed along the braces that protruded outward and quietly cried, “If only I could.”
The lessons learned, the knowledge gained, and all of life’s
experiences ultimately are released and summed up in
ones final breath. What one takes with them before they
leave, many believe will rest forever. The all too familiar
phrase, “It will be taken to the grave”, most believe to be
true. All, that is, except for those that inhale.
The second, never forget Jasper Gaughtaphart’s message – whenever putdown, ridiculed, made fun of, told that you are not good enough, or belittled – always attempt to “P. ‘E. W.” by working hard, practicing, acting according to the morality of one’s game or occupation, being obligated to those around you, and playing scrappy.
Eighty Eight laced in Red
Pierced through holes that tightly thread
Yellow leather encasing the core
A ball to some, but others more.
It’s an acronym we have all heard,
To a goal that many have lured
Towards getting those unfamiliar to understand
The sacrifices and commitments that one must demand.
“W.I.N. deserves more attention. And, it seems you have know idea what W.I.N’s all about!”
Like a telescopic lens on a zoom type camera, starting out wide-angled, in slow motion, my eyes funneled to "Blaze's" face.
It was him!!
The boy in the back of the pick-up truck who flashed a sign and held a gun.
Who killed my father!!!
"A Universal Hero"
One who sees and realizes heroic qualities in all people.
Together, they walked up the steps of the bleachers and watched their sons play. The electricity that escaped Colin readily returned, as the two related comments about their sons' performance. Comments much the same as they had shared about one-another on top of a dugout many years ago. A never ending bond that will last for a long time to come. A connection based on the fact that they were once members of a team.
The moment he did, legs and arms climbed on top of his shoulders. A gentle tap started their flight upstairs. A heavy gust of air within exploded as David attempted to stand. Clearly, his boy had gotten much bigger since the last time that the two had performed the flight. But, stand, he did.
The video ended and Patrick was left standing alone in silence holding his bracelet with the beads attached when the sound of ten other voices quietly whispered, “NO ONE EVER WILL!”
Image upon image, Picture upon picture, slowly presented themselves directly in front of Jerry's eyes. Snapshots of the highest events in his life. More important things that his friends had come to realize. Hundreds and hundreds of photographs of the major events in his life.
Mr. Cooper reached out and grabbed his son's hand; immediately causing Lou to stop reciting. Proudly, he lifted his head to his father. The countless tears of sorrow that the two have experienced throughout the years, readily turned to ones of joy and happiness. As the ambulance raced to the hospital, Lou beamed into his father's face; continuing the Iron Horse's farewell address.
Casey,
I just wanted to say 'Thank You' for being a part of my life. When you entered my life, you filled a void in my heart. Baseball was a part of my life. When it was stripped away, I felt empty inside. Then, you came along. You rejuvenated the lost spirit that I once had for the game. Thanks for going to park with your old man; playing the game, and bringing it back into my life. If for some reason, I don't make it, please do not feel saddened. Out of all the things that I have done in my life this is one sacrifice that I'm more than glad to perform. You are my son, and always will be! I love you, Casey Your Dad! P.S. Tell Amy that I'm sorry! I love her so much that I could never hurt her! P.S.S. When you get into the Bigs, hit one out for dad!! Wave to the sky as you round third, I'll be
watching!!
A relationship that would continue for the remainder of their high school years. Upon completing the sheet they hung it on the wall directly above their lockers. By the beginning of their senior year, they had demonstrated their abilities enough to all make the first team defense. Throughout the season they were labeled as the “No Name Defense” for no one rose above the others as an All State performer. Together, however, they performed brilliantly.
“When you were taken away from us, it hurt more than anything – more than I can even express. We returned to the park and I was so angry. I started picking up rocks and throwing them in frustration over what had happened. One rock, a white one, shattered. As I fell to the ground in disgust, a twinkling light caught my attention. I stared at it, and it all came clear. The twinkling light was gold. I had read once before that gold could be found inside the veins of a quartz rock. It was by no means, enough to get us back on our feet, but it was the answer to all of our problems. I said to myself, where it came from, I don’t know, but I said, ‘You have to go through the hard stuff to achieve the premium or riches.’ Today, as I stare at what MY BOY and I have created, I have achieved the richest thing on earth.”
Say it loud! Say it clear! You can listen, as well as you hear! It's too late, when they die, to admit you don't see eye to eye! I just wish I could of told him, in the living years!
As we left the park and said 'goodbye'.
An unexpected tear fell sadly from my eye.
By far, this was the best time I have ever had.
But, the only thing missing were the cheers of my dad.
For all are aware, that in order to win as a team
Individuals must become one to capture a dream.
And the commitment it takes from each and all
Is to merely say to the other, “I’ll run through that wall!”
“Funeral services for coach Dillon “Bull” McAffery are scheduled to take place down the line on the field paradise built on Saturday . . . "