Broken Thumb
I was outside on a nice spring day with my dad and brother my, Kevin. It was about 9:00 in the year 2010. We were all in our backyard having a catch before my baseball game which was in the afternoon. When I went deep for a pass Kevin was defending me. While jumping up for the football, my thumb got stabbed by the point of the ball. I luckily caught it but my thumb started to ache in pain but, I didn’t think anything of it. After our catch my mom drove me to the game, she was also my coach. I loved having my mom has a coach because she was different because she was the only girl coach and thought the game differently than all the other coaches.
Just before we left I ate a sandwich and took some Tylenol. I thought I had a bruised thumb but, I wasn’t sure. On the way to the game I iced my finger …show more content…
I wasn’t sure if my thumb was going to hurt or not when I made contact. Which made timid on whether I should hit the ball. Once I came to my senses I was right. I was only able to hit the ball five feet which was better than the worst player. But to me that was terrible. I was mad that I couldn’t hit the ball because my thumb and I just wanted it to stop. My thumb felt like it was going to fall off after making contact. As I ran to first base in pain my thumb still felt like it was shaking from the bat. I wasn’t able to make it to first base in time which gave the team are second out.
Later, my mom realized I wasn’t in pain and decided to put me in left field every odd inning and right field every even inning. Which I hated because I was away from all the action. But it was better that way so, I didn’t jeopardize the game. Everytime I was up to bat I said to myself, ‘‘the team needs me because there is only nine of us. I was petrified because I didn’t won’t to let the team down. It turned out my team won but it wasn’t a win that I cared to much about. I just wanted my thumb to get
I was outside on a nice spring day with my dad and brother my, Kevin. It was about 9:00 in the year 2010. We were all in our backyard having a catch before my baseball game which was in the afternoon. When I went deep for a pass Kevin was defending me. While jumping up for the football, my thumb got stabbed by the point of the ball. I luckily caught it but my thumb started to ache in pain but, I didn’t think anything of it. After our catch my mom drove me to the game, she was also my coach. I loved having my mom has a coach because she was different because she was the only girl coach and thought the game differently than all the other coaches.
Just before we left I ate a sandwich and took some Tylenol. I thought I had a bruised thumb but, I wasn’t sure. On the way to the game I iced my finger …show more content…
I wasn’t sure if my thumb was going to hurt or not when I made contact. Which made timid on whether I should hit the ball. Once I came to my senses I was right. I was only able to hit the ball five feet which was better than the worst player. But to me that was terrible. I was mad that I couldn’t hit the ball because my thumb and I just wanted it to stop. My thumb felt like it was going to fall off after making contact. As I ran to first base in pain my thumb still felt like it was shaking from the bat. I wasn’t able to make it to first base in time which gave the team are second out.
Later, my mom realized I wasn’t in pain and decided to put me in left field every odd inning and right field every even inning. Which I hated because I was away from all the action. But it was better that way so, I didn’t jeopardize the game. Everytime I was up to bat I said to myself, ‘‘the team needs me because there is only nine of us. I was petrified because I didn’t won’t to let the team down. It turned out my team won but it wasn’t a win that I cared to much about. I just wanted my thumb to get