Foul Ball-Personal Narrative

On a blistering Tuesday afternoon in late May, I was up to bat. The second inning of the softball game was underway, and I could already feel the perspiration rolling down my spine. A light breeze kicked up, but administered little relief from the suffocating heat.
Inhaling deeply, I took in the fragrance of the freshly cut grass. The umpire bellowed, “batter up!” and I spit out the last of the salty sunflower seeds that were in my mouth before advancing into the batter’s box, shirking the crisp white paint that merged with the agar-lime in numerous spots left over from the previous inning. I adjusted my hands on the bat and prepared myself for the first pitch.
The pitcher wound up, and launched herself off the pitching mound, while swinging her arm in a single circle before releasing the ball. The green sphere whirled towards me, and I loaded my legs and brought my hands slightly back before throwing them towards the ball and pivoting my back foot. The bat connected with the bottom of the ball and it leaped above my head and over the fence behind me. “Foul ball!” the umpire hollered in response. …show more content…
“You can do this, Sam! Swing away!” was all the advice he offered me. I took a practice swing, then strode back into the box.
My team in the dugout hollered, cheered, and pounded on the fence, causing a cacophonous popping