Examples Of A Baseball Narrative

Softball. My favorite sport. It’s not a contact sport so, the chances of me injuring another player are slim to none. Or so i thought….. I was in Traverse City last year with my team for a softball tournament. It was the fifth inning of our morning game, we were down by a few runs and I was on deck. “There is one out,” I thought to myself “I have to get on base.”

In Green bay, Wisconsin, at a softball facility, on January 23rd, Seriena Dunaway was playing in a softball league. Dunaway was playing against Elite, her team 's biggest rival. The air was cool and the playing turf was rough and hard to run or slide on. The people in the crowd could see the tension. The music was loud and seemed out of place.

In 1985 the Royals took the crown against the Saint Louis Cardinals in the World Series, and it happened again in 2015 against the New York Mets. On a breezy night in November, my family was watching game 5 of the World Series. Throughout innings 1-5 nobody had scored yet, so the score, I guess, was looking alright.

At three years old, I fell in love, and it's a love affair that has continued to this day. All I remember is wanting to hit with my dad every second of every day. Now if you go ask him, he will probably take credit for how good I've become as a player. But that's another story on its own. Baseball has had my heart ever since my little hands were big enough to pick up a bat. Recently, I experienced the most important moment in my baseball career to date on one sunny weekend at a baseball field in Cartersville, just northwest of Atlanta.

I believe that my greatest skill is baseball. In my youth, I found that I didn’t enjoy sports as much as my parents pushed me to try them. Quite possibly the competitive nature of sports was not enjoyable and I felt that staying within the comforts of home was better. However, something clicked after following baseball for a season and I urged my parents to sign me up. The first season of baseball that I played was a learning experience, but was exciting the entire way. I became one of the best players on my team, only to learn that I was in fact the last player selected to fill out the roster for little league. Undersized and young, I ascended through little league and was actually selected for the all-star team my final year, an anomaly for a player with my experience. I battled injuries following little league because I was forced to overcompensate for my lack of size to compete and keep up with the competition. Ironically, I watched the big players “become” smaller as I grew in size in my sophomore year of high school.

I woke up and was at the ballpark sitting in the first row right behind home plate. I watched as each player on the team warmed up by throwing and receiving and also fielding the ball. The teams were both working on catching pop flies and then throwing the ball to their cut off guy. Each teams pitcher was done warming up by pitching to the catcher the teams went in the dugouts to get ready for the game. Finally, the first World Series baseball game has begun. The first guy came up to the plate. I could not be happier. The first pitch was a strike. Then the 2nd pitch was a strike and the batter swung and missed. The last pitch came and struck the first batter out.

“DING!” the ball collides with the bat and rolls all of the way to the fence. I take off, sprinting as fast as I can to get to 2nd base. I touched first and then landed safely on second base, smiling ear to ear and listening to my teammates and fans go wild because we might actually have a chance to win this game. Before I tell you if we win or lose, let me tell you about how my day started. (Great lead it caught my attention. )

"It's a beautiful day for baseball!" I shouted in the parking lot of the 5/3 Ballpark. My family and I were walking down the gigantic parking lot, with red square tiles, to get to the ballgame. We had a little under an hour and were truly in no rush. We could see the gates that led to the ballpark and I was extremely excited for the upcoming baseball game. I didn't really care how the game went, as long as the Cougars did well. I had brought a baseball mitt to catch a baseball, for I had caught baseballs in previous games and I was hoping that history would repeat itself. Going to this game was my sister, Veronica, my brother, Nicholas, my Mom, and my Dad. After heading through the gates and getting our tickets scanned, we headed into

It could have been the last game of the season for the Braves Major league Baseball, we were the best, the champions, then the A’s put up a fight but they will not end it now.The A’s got the whole Braves team nervous, so we practiced for every day for the next two weeks preparing for game, then half way through two weeks of training the Braves were stronger, prepared, and twice as good as the used to be, they boosted their self esteem double their regular. Finally it was game time, the Braves were tougher than ever,the bleachers had no more room

Everyone 's at least broken a bone or injured themselves before right? Well this is one of those tragic stories where I unfortunately injured myself.

It was late in the second half and the score was tied when coach barked “Ava”, substituting me in for one of the starters. Almost instantly, the ball landed at my feet. Flustered by the nerves of being thrown into an intense game, I panicked, kicking the ball directly to the other team. I attempted to win the ball back, but the opposing player made it look easy as she maneuvered by and passed the ball off to her

I was on my way to whistlestop park to watch my brothers play baseball. When i get there i sit down on the bleachers to see my brother david batin first then the pitcher sends a fastball as dave hits a homer.I got exitted at that,then he handed me a bat he was not allowed to use so i yanked then my friend and i start to hit baseballs together but that’s when it went wrong.

I ran into the huddle, the wet and dewy grass brushing my cleats. I looked over at Abby, her sad, brown eyes staring back at me.

There we were, one minute left in the game and the score 1-1. I was falling off of the bench , and I wasn’t even playing. I was out because I broke my foot three hours before. It was the third game of the tournament in Cincinnati. The first half went by terse with my team up 3-1. When the second half started, me and all the other eight year olds went out to glistening green field. We played one of the best games we ever had. We ended up winning 4-1, but not after someone and I kicked the ball at the same time, breaking my foot.

The air smells of grass and the green grass waves with the breeze. Me and my teammates sweat like pigs as the blazing hot sun hits are backs pulling the sweat out of our heads. All of our faces red as we come off the field. This game was the most intense game I have ever played in. We are still tied after a full game, and overtime. Now I have to sit and watch like the rest of the crowed. The first six PK were scored the intensity rising with each one . Now if this player scores the other team can win it all. The crowd goes silent the player has a look of determination on his face he runs up to the ball and he hits it. I watch the ball flying through the air, praying he would miss.