My college choice.

This doesn't seem like it's about baseball- however this whole post is about to be. During the middle of my senior year of high school I felt called to ministry. Through I know this career move would be bold, I decided to follow through. However, after getting to college I began to question if that's what God intended me to do. It was so difficult to decide where I thought I belonged in life. I began to pray and dig into the word day in and day out and try to figure out where I should be. My heart was always with kids so I decided my major would be education. I recently got home for Christmas break and begin to feel God tell me something else...

Ever since I was in middle school I found myself watching MLBtv, ESPN. Fox Sports etc. Every single day. At just the age of 10 I lost my oldest brother to a tragic accident that I never through I'd mentally recover from. My brother's heart was bigger than anyone I have ever met and I always considered him to be a huge role model for me. Well...going back to me watching baseball networks- I always told myself I'd be one of them someday.


YES I AM A GIRL. I know i'm a girl who loves sports and it's been pointed out to me on various occasions. My dad told me I could never make it in the broadcasting industry and a job for a girl is very difficult to come by, because lots of girls on sports netwoks are hired to meet a quota for the network. I know though i'm not going to be that girl. Since I started watching sports networks I always looked up to a female broadcaster named Holly Rowe. Not just because my name is Hollie too, but because I knew one day I could be her. I'm here to prove my dad wrong and every guy that tells me I can't make it. This summer i'm going to try and pursue an internship at Fox Sports. (I do know a producer their so hopefully it will help me pull strings) I don't care how many hours, how many days a week, or even if i'm just shinning the shoes of everyone there...I will do it.


I finally feel a sense of calm about what God has called me to do. I'm going to pursue a degree in History Education (as a fall back) and a minor in broadcast journalism. I finally know where I belong and where I want to be. My goal you ask? One day you will see me on MLBtv. You can shut me down because i'm a girl, a token, unknowledgeable...call me what you want, but my name is Hollie Adams and i'm the next big thing.

Thank God for Mets Baseball

My dad has always been a man of sports. He grew up running track and eventually got multiple football offers and ended up playing for New York Tech, a small school from where he's from in Long Island, New York. He is the man who pushed me to become who I am with sports today. Not just me, but my little brother, Matthew.
HOWEVER- the most important thing he's given me is my love for the New York Mets. From Matt Harvey's recent season ending injury, to Conforto in the outfield, I've loved the Mets full heartedly. My dad always tells me I am the best person to watch the games with, because I have the best commentary. He always says sarcastically, "maybe you should just be the next Terry Collins." After watching them give away the World Series to the Rangers last year, I should be the next manager!
   Vic Sulley- one of the most famous announcers ever whom is retiring after 67 years is a man who loves baseball. In an interview he recently said "The only thing different between life and baseball is time." I love this quote. Not only because of its accuracy, but because of how relatable it can be. Think about it- you could spend your life watching baseball games, but they are only 3 hours long typically. If you spend your life loving baseball, then you're spending time wisely. My growing love for baseball has always come from my dad. I love screaming at the T.V. with him more than anyone else. I loved watching Daniel Murphy drive in a home run every game in the play offs, and then watching him screw up in the World Series. I couldn't be more thankful to have my dad who shares a love of baseball and the Mets just like I do. One thing I haven't done is attend a game at Citi field, which I hope to do with him before I graduate from college. Thank God for Mets Baseball.

your baseball background is everything

I'm kinda new to the whole world of blogging, so hang in there with me. However, I'm not new to the whole world of baseball, or even sports for that matter. I was basically birthed at the ballpark and I was forced into watching a sport at a small field in the middle of nowhere and I was force-fed ball park hotdogs that could pretty much give any child of my age ring worm. My first brother started playing at the age of 3 and he played up until he was 14, because he passed away an untimely death. (A story for a different time) He started playing at peewee parks In the middle of Gwinnett county, Georgia. I was born there and lived there up until the third grade. He ended playing 14U travel ball, where I currently live now in Cumming, Georgia. Not too before he passed, my little brother began to play baseball at the age of 4. Now, at this point I had 2 brothers playing baseball, so it surrounded me everywhere. I began to actually enjoy not only baseball, but sports in general. On TV, watching my brothers, the radio etc. I couldn't stop. Even to this day, I'm 18 and I still go to every baseball tournament for my little brother. I couldn't appreciate a sport more than I do baseball. What sport do I do? softball? Nope. I cheered my whole life until recently that ended due to a back injury. So now it's me just living vicariously through my little brother and watching him move onto the high school level. I tried to play softball. I wasn't that great, but I also tried other sports such as lacrosse, soccer and then every girls activity that they are forced to do between the ages of 3-8...ballet. My mom danced for 19 years, so that wasn't exactly my choice. My dad ran track and played football though out high school and got a full ride football scholarship to New York Tech. The only person to actually play baseball in my family was my grandfather. He played for the Atlanta Crackers, way before they became the Gwinnett Braves. With all that being said, I don't know where anyone's love for baseball started, but it definitely was a love with my family. Until we figure that out, no one will even understand my love for the ballpark. The energy, the fans, the love of the game. All of it gives me great feeling that I don't think anyone understands except for me and other baseball fans.

Thank you for reading my first really poorly developed blog. This was just my background before I get into fun stuff to talk about.
-Hollie