Personal Narrative Essay: Major League Baseball

Baseball has been part of my life since I was five years old. From ages eight through sixteen, I was a national level player who traveled to wide range of states to playcompetitively in tournaments. To this point, when I look at Major League baseball rosters, it isn’t out of the ordinary for me to be able to read names of players I have competed against. Needless to say, I knew baseball and was good at it. Maybe not good enough to play in the Major League, but I was good enough to play competitively against some of the League’s newest members.
Consequently, playing baseball at the national level required me to play in more games than are memorable. However, there was one game in my history that will never be forgotten by me. It was
I was up to bat. The crowd’s chanting of my name was full of hope, as I was one of the Dixie Heights Colonels best hitters. I stepped up to the plate knowing I would give it my best shot.
The other team had brought in their closing pitcher to wrap up the game. Having had hits on him in previous games, there was a little voice inside me reassuring me I could potentially turn the game around.
As I stood at the plate, adrenaline was rushing through my body causing my knees and arms to tremble. By the pitcher’s stature, I could tell he was confident he was about the throw the game-ending pitch. Confirming the catcher’s sign with a nod, the pitcher wound up and strongly released the ball that came barreling towards me. It was a fastball; a fastball I could all the way in to the head of my bat. I swung for the lights and heard that perfect contact; that sound that tells you “that ball is outta here!”
The rush of excitement pulsed through my veins as I rounded the bases and headed home. My whole team greeted me at the plate by pounding my helmet and slamming me on the back. Colonel fans were cheering and sitting back down in the