Baseball Narrative

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Summer’s here, the last day of fourth grade just ended, and kids were running free. I had my baseball practice, and after a long day of school, my ten-year-old self was ready to put my mind on the diamond instead of the books. Today’s practice was hitting with live pitching from our pitchers. The coach wanted to see my arm today, since I’d be pitching Saturday. He told me I’d hit last since I was pitching, and just to throw about three quarters power. When I was warming my arm up, it felt perfect. No tight muscles, everything was just so fluid. Today is going to be a good practice. The usual practice balls felt a little more grippy on the laces today. Abel had just hit what I thought was the best practice ball foul into the train tracks next to the field. Marco, the catcher pulled the top ball out of the bucket and threw it to me. This feels like a game ball. My mind flipped into game mode. Focus. I threw some serious heat, Strike 3! I had sat Abel down. I was in the zone, nothing was going to distract me. Next up was Matthew. Matthew swung and grounded to Aries. Now Aries bobbled the ball, which ticked the coach off because Aries was half-assing during the easy practice this week. “Aries you need to bend your knees and FOCUS!” Coach RJ had screamed at the …show more content…
There was no time for anyone to react. The ball had hit me square in the nose. While on the way to the hospital, my grandpa had asked if I saw the ball coming. Still in miserable pain, I had told him I didn’t because I was listening and paying attention to the coach. After I had answered, he went silent, but he was focused on the road and getting me to the hospital. I had looked down into my glove, and I somehow had the ball in my glove. The ball looked perfect still. As I further inspected the ball, I had found one stain. My blood had marked a perfectly good

Baseball Narrative

cracked leather of the family room couch. “Just let me see the first batter, then I’ll go up. I’ll still be in bed by 8:30.” My mom refused a rebuttal, and I presumed that meant victory. I didn’t know much about baseball, or sports in general, and had taken a year off from Knothole baseball after my dad passed away a year prior. All I knew was that the Cubs, Dad’s favorite team, were in the Fall Classic. My mom sat down next to me, and I pulled my blanket over her legs as she put her feet up on the…

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Baseball Narrative

One summer day my dad and I were hanging out. He brought up baseball and how he played in college. That’s when he said, I should play baseball. I thought and thought and I said ok. My dad signed me up. I am so happy. I got put on a team named the strikers. Our first practice is at 7:00 at night and it is at Bacus. I got in my dad’s black truck and we drove to Bacus. “I can’t wait!” After a while, we got to Bacus. All of the kids looked faster and stronger. “Dad, is this a good idea?” Then coach…

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Baseball Field Narrative

my parents. They made me get dressed and told me to get in the car when I was ready. We went to a baseball field, and when we parked my mom hesitantly expressed joy as we walked to the baseball field. At the field, there was a shed filled with equipment, a field that looked real, but was not; and a bunch of people that have their own certain problems and that were ready to play a long game of baseball. Soon after going onto the field we were called to the dugout and an announcer excitedly said “Welcome…

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Personal Narrative: Baseball

Baseball When we had our first game against Chicago cubs. We were the first batter. I was the first one to hit, here comes the first pitch "strike". Everybody was cheering for me. here comes the second pitch, I hit the ball...and it was a home run. Everybody was cheering and honking. Then the 3 strikes was done. We were next to play. I was the pitcher when I threw the ball it was strike one. Then I pitch again then hit it towards out field then he was on first base. Then it was the second…

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Baseball-Personal Narrative

with a slight breeze. It was around 5 o’clock and my dad had just come back home from coaching baseball practice. I asked my dad if he wanted to do something with me. He said to me “I have a fun game we can play” I asked what it was and he said “Do you know how I go to baseball practice every day? I said yes and he said it was a game they played there. I got really excited because I had never played baseball before and I had wanted to play for a long time. “It's called catch.” Said my dad, and he handed…

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Personal Narrative To Quit Baseball

It was a beaming hot day, I was in the car with my parents going to a baseball game. On the way there I looked out the car window, observing the vibrant nature that was flying by. “Hey, are you ready for your baseball game today?” my parents asked. “Yes.” I said, “Yes.” I was not being honest, because today I was going to quit baseball forever. Once again I turned to the window, slowly drowning out my parents' conversation. As I looked out the window I began to wonder how my parents would react when…

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Personal Narrative: Rhino Baseball

in my next couple paragraphs.Last year at Rhino Baseball we went to Cooperstown for a tournament we prepared for that tournament in the offseason. It was a privilege to play in a tournament that had over 100 teams and 20 baseball fields in Cooperstown New York. Before we got to Cooperstown we went to Niagara Falls we got to go almost right under the falls and got splashed with water. Then we went to the park and it was the coolest baseball park I've ever seen. Our team had to stay in dorms…

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Narrative Essay About Baseball

roaring as the game comes down to one single pitch. Kids dream of this scenario, playing baseball under the lights at Yankee Stadium as fifty thousand people chant their name. The dream that sprouts from the first tee ball game through high school. Baseball to me wasn't just a game, it was a dream, it was life. To a great deal of people, baseball is merely just whacking a ball with a stick. But to me, baseball is a complicated sport of strategy and statistics. From the batting order to pitcher matchups…

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Personal Narrative On Baseball Day

Baseball Day One bright and early morning i woke up and i had realized i had a baseball game today. After getting dressed and ready i knew i still had a 1 hour drive to Lakeville Indiana. But on the ride to Lakeville i was getting pumped and ready for my game. The way i was getting pumped was by listening to my music on the way there. But finally we were there. This sports complex is one of the nicest sports complexes i had ever been to in my life. They had cement walkways and a huge black top…

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Personal Narrative: A Baseball Game

view, signage on the glass in front of them, sitting in a rowdy section when you have young children with you, overpaying for parking, and so on. I guess it was only a matter of time before it happened to me. I was taking a girl out on a date to a baseball game. I spent over $200 dollars on lower level tickets so we would have great seats. As fate would have it, we had part of another section partially blocking our field of view for the game. I was disappointed and more so frustrated. This is not…

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