Personal Narrative: The Game Of The Tournament

It wasn’t the ideal weather to finish a baseball game, especially not an elimination game. It was a humid, cloudy afternoon in Bourbonnais, IL during the month of July. The winds were strong and throwing dirt and dust everywhere. The infield was hard and dry with a light colored dirt that was blinding when the sun came out. In the outfield, it wasn’t much better, the grass was long and patchy. These conditions made it hard to concentrate and play. This was the semi-finals game of the tournament and it was single elimination. My team and I had been playing very well all tournament and were undefeated, so we were pretty confident that we were going to beat this team easily since they had won 2 games and lost 2 and make it to the championship game. When the
They found a field that we could play on that was 45 minutes away; we drove over there, and changed our uniforms to dry ones. We were rushed to warm up again since we had to start the game as soon as possible because the time-limit for the game was running out and we only had 27 minutes left to play. I ran out on the field, ran to center field and back, stretched quickly, and threw with a partner to warm my arm up. Then we started the game; since it was the bottom of the sixth inning and we were the home team, we started up to bat. This break that we got changing fields completely changed our attitude. Now everybody was up and in the game, cheering for everybody trying to come back into the game. They put in a new pitcher that I didn’t like at all. I didn’t know him but he carried himself in a way that perceived him as very cocky and thought he was better than everybody. We had another bad offensive inning and didn’t score any runs. In the field, we got 3 outs quickly and ran back in so we could hit again. It was now the bottom of the 7th inning. The last inning. I was