Narrative Essay On Baseball

This weekend was great and I had a blast with all the fun activities I did. I had three fun activities and was petrified when the weekend ended. To start the great weekend off, I had hitting practice for baseball. It was at the Parker Fieldhouse and went from 9:45 to 11:00. I hit pretty good along with my teammates and I think we are all going to develop into better players, to make a better team. That wasn’t all. I also had fielding practice on Sunday at the Parker Fieldhouse. This time, we played on the big turf field, not the batting cages. I played pretty good and pitched great! My team mostly practiced playing our positions right and our coaches told us all of our signs. Playing baseball was very fun and I can’t wait for the tournaments …show more content…
Although that sleepover was great, I wasn’t finished with my wicked, wacky weekend. When I got home I lay down on the couch and rested for around two hours. I got up and told myself I didn’t want to be lazy the rest of that Sunday. I got up off my lazy butt and went upstairs to ask my sister if she wanted to play some wiffle ball over at the park. She said yes mostly because we had gotten new wiffle ball equipment as an early birthday present for both of us (Her birthday is the day after mine). We walked over to the park and played a lefty hitting one on one game. She took the led 4-0, and I couldn’t score. Eventually, the score turned into 5-4 her. I had one more chance to win with a ghost-runner on second, and 2 outs. A home run would win the game. I took my awkward lefty swing and fired the neon-green wiffle ball into right field. Rounding second I felt so confident that I would touch home plate and beat my sister. Well, that is just what I did. I crossed home plate looking back at her while she was in tears. I wanted to win but I wouldn’t want to see her like this. It just killed me. We walked on home and I think I cheered her quite a bit. It was a great weekend in the end, and I was happy how everything turned