Personal Narrative: Ten Ground Balls The Right Way

¨What's better, taking 100 ground balls the wrong way or 10 ground balls the right way?¨ said a tall, well built guy with a brown beard . I answered saying, ¨10 the right way,¨ looking at my reflection in his shiny bald head. Also, wondering when I would get that kind of beard.
¨Right, because on the eleventh ground ball, what are you going to?¨
¨You will do it the right way.¨ He smiled and I saw his daffodil colored teeth. That's when it hit me like a semi truck and all my memories came to me in a second by to when I was 8. The reason I am who I am is because of this experience. My family and I went to New York for my brother's baseball tournament. This was the best tournament, it was in Cooperstown. This was like the super bowl for kids
When we walked into the baseball stadium, we got hit with the best smell in the world. It smelt like fresh cut grass and hotdogs. It sounded like the crack of the baseball hitting the bat. I saw thousands of kids with a grin a mile wide. At the time, I couldn't concentrate. I was too focused on my baseball team and what team I would be on. We were walking through the wave of kids and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a San Francisco Giants jersey. It was as black as coal with a tiger orange around the letters. ¨Cool!¨ I thought I asked my dad to buy it for me he said ¨Maybe later,¨ so we went and sat down to watch the game I was so pumped to go to the waterpark after the game I couldn't sit still.. Halfway through the game, my dads phone rang. He answered it and walked away while he glanced at me in an upset way. He came back and took me to get the Giants shirt then I put it together like I was doing a puzzle. I didn't make the A-team. My eyes started to water. It was so blurry, it was