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