The May sun was beating every fan down to a sweat. The smell of sun-screen was strong in the air from mothers wiping it all over their children’s face and arms. It was the start of my first all-star baseball tournament and I couldn’t be more anxious to see how the day goes. We were playing the Guymon Tigers, one of the best teams in the tournament. I was the catcher, they got to bat first and I was beyond nervous about standing behind the plate and waiting for the pitcher to throw the first pitch. Guymon’s first batter, dressed in all orange and black with a big tiger logo right above his heart, was tall and strong but our pitcher was too worried. After the top of the first inning they hadn’t gotten a run in. Now it was our turn to try and put a number…show more content… The pitcher never lost my eye as I walked up to the plate, he was looking me up and down as if to decide what was the best way to try and stop the run that had begun with the batters ahead of me, he didn’t want to lose control of the game this early. I watched in the first pitch ……. Ball 1. I dug my feet in the ground a little farther and gripped the bat a little tighter and waited for the next pitch. I hit it perfectly, it’s the best sound in the world. It couldn’t possibly go over the wall could it? I kept my eye on the ball all the way down until it cracked the windshield on a pickup over the center field wall. I was overcome with joy, it was my first home-run! It was a grand-slam! I run around the bases in a joyous daze until I got to home plate. Once I was there I was swarmed by my fellow players. Sitting in the dugout, I saw a man that looked alot like my grandfather. He got close to the dugout within speaking distance and waved me over, I felt his rough, farm hands go around my shoulder and smelt his lifesaver mint stained breath. He said “Did you mean to pick-up with your ball
