“His name is Mitchell, but we call him Mitch-Hell,” my mom joked. The kid mustered a laugh, but his face did not show the same impression.
There were two big traditions for my family during the summer months. We would go on vacation together to a little beach town in Florida called Rosemary Beach. The second tradition was a game that we created ourselves. It was called kickball-baseball. It was basically baseball. However, we only played 2-on-2, so we had to have a better way of getting outs, we incorporated the kickball rule that a fielder could throw the ball at the offensive player to get an out. The game always took place around sunset on the beach.
The traditional game was underway and nearing the end when we noticed a couple of kids …show more content…
My cousin and I quickly shut them out and it was our turn at the plate. My cousin, who never played baseball but was athletic, led our team off with a double. I grabbed the bat and prepared with a few practice swings before stepping up. I entered a slump to start the game. The first pitch I saw I and hit it straight into the ground and the young, overweight version of myself was thrown out easily at first. However, I noticed that this Win-stud kid who was playing first was standing completely on top of the sandal. My cousin was quick enough to score my groundout and we jumped out to a 1-0 lead. My cousin grabbed the bat and for the second time in the inning smoked the ball over everyone’s head and this time ended up on third. My slump continued during my second at bat. I barely made contact with the ball, but this time it was going to be a close play at first. Win-stud never saw me coming, he was too worried about catching the ball for the out. The five foot three inch 140 pound second grader ran over Win-stud like a tractor trailer running into a deer. The ball went flying past him and into the row of umbrellas, but Win-stud did not get up. I rounded the rest of the bases and
There were two big traditions for my family during the summer months. We would go on vacation together to a little beach town in Florida called Rosemary Beach. The second tradition was a game that we created ourselves. It was called kickball-baseball. It was basically baseball. However, we only played 2-on-2, so we had to have a better way of getting outs, we incorporated the kickball rule that a fielder could throw the ball at the offensive player to get an out. The game always took place around sunset on the beach.
The traditional game was underway and nearing the end when we noticed a couple of kids …show more content…
My cousin and I quickly shut them out and it was our turn at the plate. My cousin, who never played baseball but was athletic, led our team off with a double. I grabbed the bat and prepared with a few practice swings before stepping up. I entered a slump to start the game. The first pitch I saw I and hit it straight into the ground and the young, overweight version of myself was thrown out easily at first. However, I noticed that this Win-stud kid who was playing first was standing completely on top of the sandal. My cousin was quick enough to score my groundout and we jumped out to a 1-0 lead. My cousin grabbed the bat and for the second time in the inning smoked the ball over everyone’s head and this time ended up on third. My slump continued during my second at bat. I barely made contact with the ball, but this time it was going to be a close play at first. Win-stud never saw me coming, he was too worried about catching the ball for the out. The five foot three inch 140 pound second grader ran over Win-stud like a tractor trailer running into a deer. The ball went flying past him and into the row of umbrellas, but Win-stud did not get up. I rounded the rest of the bases and