Personal Narrative: Pop Up

Pop Up I've played baseball as long as I can remember, but somehow, as a junior in highschool, my swing was still consistently inconsistent. You'd think that the many years of swinging a bat over and over and all the hundreds of baseball movies would have rubbed off on me, but you would be wrong. Well not completely wrong, I did learn a few pointers on how to get my timing down, and I could run decently fast, but I wasn't going to be drafted into the MLB or even scouted for a college team. Last summer, my VFW summer team wasn't anything special; we had a few solid players, but also some players, like me, were struggling to make solid contact with the baseball. Somehow we managed to squeak through the tournament’s …show more content…
As you could have guessed, the game went to extra innings, we had two outs and the hitter before me nearly hit a homerun. It was one of those moments in a movie where the skinny kid who no one had faith in hits the walk off hit, winning the game and becoming the team's star. However, real life is not like a Disney movie, and any hope for my clutch last minute hit to advance us to the finals was swept away when I popped up the ball a mile high and was sent back to the dugout to contemplate my failure. I was extremely frustrated at myself, I spent the bus ride home quietly looking out the window, repeating the dreadful moment in my head, as the ball went straight up. The next couple of days I was in the dumps thinking about how, if it weren't for me, our team could have been the tournament champs, and nothing anyone said would convince me that the loss was on my back. A few days later, we had practice and when I arrived no one appeared to be mad at me even the coaches. After all, I'd lost us the game and the championship, and the had to be disappointed about not having a shot at the finals. It wasn't until we