Personal Narrative: Triple Play

It was a normal Saturday for my team, the Montgomery Rebels, at Lagoon Park, and there was not a cloud in the sky. My team and I were about to play a team called Triple Play (despite the name they could barely get a double play.) My coach, also known as my dad, came up to me and said, “Does your arm feel good?”
Of course I responded, “Yes!
“Well good, you are pitching this game.”
I was elated. I absolutely, positively love to pitch. Even though this was a pool play game I was still happy because I got to pitch. So, I warmed up and was doing great. The game was about to start and we were the home team, so I go up to the mound and pitch. The first batter is up, “Ball one!” yelled the umpire. The next pitch and the umpire calls out, “Ball two!”

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

On the bright side we scored eight runs that inning. So, I went up to the mound with a different attitude. I struck out everybody, but one who scored. I had pitched the entire game. We went on to win that tournament. Today I realize I should have slowed down to enjoy that moment (now I am lucky if I even get a hit.) I now know to slow down and to enjoy any moment because it will not last. I also now try to have more confidence, as I struggle every day worrying that I am not good enough for anything. I miss this moment. I try to relive it, but I am