Personal Narrative: My First Baseball Team

The day was hot! It was the middle of July in Texas after all and the time was about 4:00pm almost the hottest part of the day, and although, it was in the mid-90s, the humidity made it feel like it was in the upper 100s. There was a nice breeze coming off of the bay which kind of made the weather bearable. However, the weather could not hold our excitement down or make us feel miserable because we were attending our very first baseball game. It was Americas past time and we could see why. You could just feel the excitement in the air as the home team took the field, the crowd was at their feet and cheering as loud as can be as the pitcher threw his first pitch. We lucked out and got to sit right behind home plate, we could also smell …show more content…
We watched as the home pitcher struck the first guy out, at this point there was no score but, we were hopeful that our team would win, much like anyone would. We watched in silence as our pitcher struck the last guy out, and it was our team’s time to bat again. We watched as the first guy stepped up to the plate, all eyes were on him as he hit his first ball, but, it did go to the outfield, it went up in the air. At this point all eyes watched the sky for the foul, my husband being the 6ft 1in giant that he is only had to reach out about an inch to grab the ball, as my youngest screamed "Daddy got the ball, Daddy got the ball!" the crowd around us cheered about his victory and you could see the pride in my boys' eyes as their father the superhero handed the fly ball to them. Our home team lost that day but, we did not care, we experienced something for the first time together that day and no one could take that from us, as we headed home, my oldest son asked "Can we go to the next home game?" My husband and I looked at each other and said "yes son, we sure can." Our family now had something to do that we all took pride