Personal Narrative Essay: The Game Of The Game
She was always the one that kept the team together when we got down. We all were going to miss her next year. She knew she wanted to win, she knew she had to keep the rest of us positive, and she knew she had to do her job as a catcher. Grace gets ready to pitch, she swings her arm around, she watches the ball go by the batter.
The umpire yells, “STRIKE!” We all get a little bit excited but know we have to not show too much because this is just the first inning of the game. She goes on to strike that batter out. The next batter hits a line drive to our third base, Addison, she throws to first base, Taylor, who catches it just in time to get the batter out.
“Good job girls!” says Coach, giving the girls in the dug out a high five. We knew that if we trusted ourselves and our instincts we could win this