Personal Narrative: African American Football

Five minutes after I arrived at my brother’s Babe Ruth Baseball game, I was asked to step in and umpire because the current ump had to leave for an emergency. Having experience umpiring little league games already, I willingly accepted. Not knowing what I was getting into, I returned with my gear on and restarted the game. The first batter stepped in and walloped the first pitch he saw down the left field line. As the ball rolled out of play, the runners continued to sprint around the bases and the play continued. Realizing that the ball went under the fence, I called timeout after the play and met with my partner who agreed with my view. I moved two runners back on the bases, taking away two runs from the hitting team. The team’s fans

When we got to where we were going to park the car, I told my mom to call her friend who was going to meet us at Fenway. When my mom was on the phone, my heart felt exhilarating and was pumping really fast; my face started to glow as I was thrilled with anticipation. As my mom got off her phone, she told us that her friend was parking her car and that she would meet us at the letter E entrance in five minutes. So we quickly walked to the entrance and scanned the crowd looking for her. As I saw her, we quickly accosted her and I exclaimed, “Let 's get going inside so that we can find our

The sun was fading and it was night time , but there we were, watching the game . The braves were up next to bat but the other team kept catching all the balls . The same thing happened with the giants over and over again, no one was making points . We thought the game would stay tied all night . The braves and giants batted again and again three more times waiting for one of them to hit a home run .We felt like the game was never going to end , it was still tied seven to seven . After being there for three hours we decided it was finally time to leave without watching the rest of the game, otherwise we would be there all night.

It was the change of an inning. I went into the dugout, got my drink of my water and rested my arm for the next inning of pitching. First batter was up for our team, he got a hit. The second batter, strikes out. Then next thing I know is there is two people in front of me before I am up to bat. So I get in my bag to get my batting gloves, helmet, and everything else I needed to go hit. I stand towards the front of the dugout till it is my turn to take some practice swings in the on-deck circle. The batter that was up got walked and now it was my time to do my pre-hit routine in the batters box. I took three swings, then stretch, then talked to people in the crowd to not sike myself out before

“Darn” I said to myself as I slowly jogged out to my spot in left field, swatting gnats and mosquitoes as I went. “If only he’d give me a chance!” I thought, “I know I can play catcher at the same level as anyone out here!” But there I was, warming up in the outfield with the center-fielder and hoping, just hoping, I’d get some action. “At least it’s a really nice evening for a game!” I thought as I turned to catch the breeze on my face. “Play ball” shouted the Umpire, as I got into a comfortable stance to watch another boring inning of “infield baseball”. Our pitcher and infield were good, too good, and thus as an outfielder I never got any action.

On a cold, frosty, snow cover night in November at Welcome Home Stadium, was when my life changed. That night, two teams played for the chance to call themselves champions of 6th-grade football. All game, my team and I battled against the mighty Wilmington Hurricanes. We fought all game to win and finally we got the ball back with less than under a minute left and down by 4 points. The crowd was quieter than a church mouse as my coaches huddled us up during a timeout, and in that timeout, my coaches looked to me for answers. Coach Harold said to me, and the team “,Pratt” this last minute was left for you to get us this win and a championship!

And I was up to the plate hitting. I was really nervous for this at-bat because it was probably my last at-bat. I was up there and everyone was cheering go Joe and go #2. And no one was on base and it was my chance to shine. So I was up at the plate and the count was 1-1. And I just see the ball right down the middle and I just destroyed the baseball. And I just hear the crack of the bat. And I just see the baseball going over the center fielder's head going over the fence. As soon as I cross home plate I just started crying. Because that moment was so important to me that I just started to cry. That was the most emotional moment in my whole entire life. As soon as I saw my mom I said “I did it for grandma.” At the end of the game all my teammates just l me on my home run. I just felt so happy that I did it for

So, the second inning was just another carbon copy of the first. I am still pitching, hooray, I guess. This inning was different though I threw more strikes, but they hit every single one of them. They scored four whole runs in that inning. I didn’t get off with that inning very easily. My dad chewed my tail up. I was mad, the score was now eight to four, and I am third up to bat. The two people before me got on. I am now up to bat. I am thinking to myself swing at everything as hard as you can. First pitch “Strike one!” Next pitch “Strike two!” I had lost all confidence, so I see the next pitch is in the dirt and hold back. Now the count is one and two. My legs are shaking, but I remembered that I am mad. So the next pitch I swing as hard as I can and I hit the ball to left field. I know that it was at least a double, but I did not look up. I sprinted around the bases as fast as I could. I rounded third, and saw my team at home. I had just hit a homerun! My dad said as I passed by him, “Nice hit.”I didn’t stop running though it didn’t faze me until I had got in the dugout. Everyone had congratulated me on my

It had been a long day at the softball field and everyone on my team was exhausted. We had won every game that we had played that day. We had made it to the championship and we're ready to win. I was the pitcher so I had an important duty, to pitch as best as I could. I gave it my all and pitched like there was no tomorrow. As we were nearing the end of the game the score was close, but we were ahead by one point. It had just become and even more intense that it already was. Every single person was on the edge of their seat waiting to see who would win it all. My team was up to bat and I was on third base. My teammate that was up to bat missed the first ball but had plenty more chances to hit the ball. I was so ready to win it all. As

So far, the cubs had a 3 point lead in the game and Chicago was very confident they were going to win. I got up and started cheering because I knew the whole city would be celebrating after the victory. My favorite sports team would finally have their time in the spotlight. This game would go down in baseball history. Headlines all around the nation would read “Cubs Win World Series After 108 Years of Hard Work and Dedication.” My heart was filled with excitement. All that stopped us from winning was if Chapman hit a homerun. The pitcher threw the ball with all the force he had in his hand and it collided directly with the bat. Chapman ran to first base, darted

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.

First, One morning I get the most amazing news of my life! We are going to Canada. We are packed and ready to go on the eight hour trip. It’s been about 5 hours and we get to the boarder. Its amazing Canada flags everywhere. We get through and now we are in Canada. It takes about 3 hours to get to our hotel but we did it! We unpack but wait there is more god news. We are going to watch the U.S. women’s soccer team!

It was almost 5 minutes till the end of the football game I was cheering at. The score was 14-6 and the Pirates were losing to the Barnegat Bengals. It was getting close to the end of the game so they really needed to score a touchdown. This could be the game that the Pirates won at.

I had got out onto the field feeling good. I felt like this was going to be a good game. Our starting pitcher had gotten two strikeouts to start the game. Then, the next batter had hit a homerun. Confidence shaken, our whole infield jogged out to the pitcher 's mound and told him “nothing hurt.” The next batter