Personal Narrative: Lost In The Center Field

The third base coach was furious he was in the umpire’s face saying that he just wanted the game to end so he call the kid out. The play itself wasn’t the really cool part, it was that our team had pulled together and beat the team that had knocked us out of the tournament before in extra innings on a lucky hit. None of us knew it yet, but this was going to be a great year. We were almost like

This game taught me that i can 't reflect on the unchangeable and move to the future. Reflection can be an awful thing moving on making your mind just feel clean and into a new state where you can make your dreams a vision. Basking in the glory days can 't be the only thing you can do for you lose or broken memory. Moving from there was the best thing that could have done for my career in baseball and after I moved on we won our next tournament and I forgot it all.

I ran as hard as I could and got a double. The next batter struck out and ended the

I take one foot out of the box and let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding in. I once again looked to my coach Mike for direction and go to take a practice swing. Little did I know the catcher was getting up to pressure Maddy back to first base from her lead. As I was taking my swing I heard a thud, my bat had hit something solid.

In the fourth inning, Bobby was up again. The first pitch was a fastball inside. It hit Bobby in the leg and

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

It was a scorching 100 degree summer day. It was the start of the 11 year state championship baseball game against Albert Lea, I still remember that game like it was yesterday. It was miserable out we played three games that day before reaching the state championship. When the game started I kind of forgot about how hot it was out. We started fast scoring 2 runs in the top of the 1st inning Dylan and Reno each crossed the plate that inning.

My team and I watching from the crowd, as Clarkstown and New City battle it out to advance to the next round. The sun beaming down on us like we were asphalt on a summer day, and getting in our eyes causing us to put on eye black. I can’t help myself and smell hot pretzels being made so my dad and I buy one and share it before the game ends. The game finishes, 4-3 in favor of Clarkstown, my coach tells us to go to the out field to stretch and throw if you were a parent in the stands all you would see would be 10 bright white baseballs flying back and forth.

I flew out of bed and put on my uniform. We were at the field around 8 a.m. the reason why we had to be there so early was because I had 3 games! We won both the first and second game. I didn’t get out once. It was time for the third game.

We started out with three outs. Then the other team batted but the ball got hit right back at our pitcher in the leg. So every time he was up we had to take an out. We ended up losing the game 3 to 5

Blinded by the sunlight I still tried to withstand its power and held my glove out to catch the incoming pop fly. Before I knew it, the ball was directly in front of my face and hit me on top of my forehead. I cried, nevertheless I was still determined to stay in my third base spot that I earned. That was strike one. My first at bat was my best at bat.

He then stepped back into the box and proceeded to take his at bat. He stroked a single up the middle next pitch. Then I watched his lead off at first and noticed he has a huge lead. So, I anticipate him stealing the next pitch. The pitcher throws the pitch and he doesn’t run so as soon as I received the pitch I threw it to first

Baseball isn't favorite sport, mainly because I don't have the coordination to swing at a ball coming towards my face. My name is yelled, meaning that it is now my turn to take a swing. Slowly rising the bench I shuffle out of the dug-out, passing all of my classmates who believe I will miss. Lifting the wooden bat up, I square away my feet and stare down the pitcher. He windups, I feel the ball swoosh by.

Here we were the last tournament of the year. We were in the championship. Towards the end of the game I was on third base, we were down one run then the worst hitter on the team came up, Owen. Of course he hit it right to the first baseman. Unfortunately we got second.

They started their season really early and only had four practices until there first game and the coach of Jack and Joe ’s team had not announced the starter’s. This meant Jack and Joe both had a chance to start at shortstop so both Jack and Joe had to do good at practice to increase their chance to starting at shortstop. Today Jack and Joe had a batting practice. Jack and Joe both hit really good, Jack even hit a homerun over the