Playball Speech

Crinkle, winkle, finkle. Finally! I have had that da@& plastic on for years! Today is finally the day that I am going to play in the game. My parents will be so proud that I finally got in. Dad was the ball for the 1987 World Series and mother was the ball for the 1991 World Series. I am no hero like them, but I still made it. Today I am the ball for the Twins and Tigers game. I do not know if I am anxious or scared! I wonder if it will hurt when they hit me? Will it feel soft and smooth when I roll on the grass? Well only time can tell. "And the home of the brave", "Play ball"! Oh boy here we go. Its game time! They set me out on the pitching mound and I have been sitting here forever it feels like. The sun feels as if though it is going to melt me. But here comes the pitcher, boy oh boy! He is ginormous! His hand wraps all the way around me, and he grasps me
really tight. It kind of hurts a little. But who cares this view from the field is breathtaking. The glorious skyline and the thousands of fans waiting for the game to start. The game is going to be great! Zoom, dang I flew right by the batter. The catchers mitt has a musky sent to it from the conditioning oil and the glove is as soft as a field of cotton. The catcher zips me back to the pitcher and immediately I am thrown again. Crack, this time I am a slow roller to the shortstop, my head is spinning I think I am going to be sick. "He's out", just by a hair I made it to first base in time. The next two outs are both strike outs, nobody can even touch me. The next couple of innings go very smoothly, do not take me wrong the field has not gotten any softer and the bat has not gotten less violent. But the Game has became more and more exhilarating. The twins are down by one in the bottom of the eight, they have a runner on third with two outs. The batter hit a ground ball to the shortstop, it is an easy routine play, or is it? I decide that instead of just rolling right to the shortstop I am going to bounce right around him. See being the ball has its perks. Everybody thinks that the ball takes a bad hop cause of the dirt, well news flash it actually me. I can bounce right around the players and its pretty amusing sometimes in my eyes. The players facial expressions are priceless. So instead of the shortstop fielding me I roll right out to the left field and the runner from third scores. The next better flys out the left to end the inning. Into the ninth we go. I decide that since the pitcher has been so nice to me that for this inning I will help him strike out all three batters.
Three batters, nine pitches, and three outs. That inning did not cause me any pain. Just pure pleasure of hitting the catchers mitt. The twins are now up. Boy I would like to make this stadium go crazy. I have the perfect situation. I will strike the first two batters out and the last one will hit a home run. So both of the first two batters go down looking. Here he comes the last batter. He is shaking in his pants like a young child about a get his first ever shot from the doctor. He steps into the box and gets ready. The pitcher clamps onto me a little tighter this time. He winds up and flings me towards home plate. Bang, it is like I was shot out of a cannon. I make it just over the right field wall and the crowd goes wild. Children cheering and fathers jumping up and down. I land right in the center of a young mans glove. He is now my owner. It was a go run I had in the big leagues, but we all must move on and explore the next adventure of life. At least I am out of the
plastic!