Personal Narrative: My First Game

It was the second game of the night. We had won the first game. They had a slow pitcher who was easy to get runs off which is basically why we won. But this was a new game. We were facing the Dallas Raiders which were very good. We started the game batting because we were the away team. The Raiders defence took the field. Their pitcher picked up the ball and started to warm up on the mound. After he threw the first pitch, my stomach dropped. He was throwing fast. My coach being the way he is, starts telling us that we can hit this guy and that it's not fast, but I knew I would not get a hit off this guy. I am probably the only person on my team that is still afraid to get hit with the ball because, let face it, it dang hurts. The first batter got struck-out, and then the next two got base hits, which left number four in the box, and me on deck. Wyatt was in the box with me getting loose and timing the pitcher on deck. When I was timing the pitcher on deck, I realized how little time I would have to react from the ball leaving his hand to it making contact to my bat. As I was watching the …show more content…
A terrifying 3 pitches later, it was a 3-0 count. I was ahead in the count and got the 3-0 bomb light from my coach. I was staring into the pitchers dark black glove waiting for the ball to get released. It was a trash bag floater hanging 12-6 curveball that just dropped straight down ready to be bombed. Without even thinking I swung. It was a two hopper to left center field. The field was 389 to center field so it went about 300 plus feet which is really good for a kid whose 4’11. It was hit so hard I only got a single out of it but it scored two runs. They took out that pitcher after we walked the next batter and we got another 4 runs of that pitcher. We won the game 8-4. I realized that sometimes when you really want something you just have to be courageous and follow through with it. In this case, regretting something hurts more than real