Narrative Essay: The Second Championship Game Of Waterloo Valley

I walked up to home plate nervous because my grandfather was in the stands watching for the first time, but I took a deep breath, tightened my grip on the bat, and stepped into the batter’s box. The pitcher looked at me and smiled he had to think I was going to be easy, but I wasn’t going to give in without fight. He took a quick glance at the runner on second, and boom the fast ball came in so fast I didn’t even know he threw it. Now I was shaking. The pitcher had the upper hand, but I looked at my dad who with his eyes said to me “you can do this” so once again I took a deep breath, tightened my grip, and stepped back into the batter’s box. The pitcher throws the ball hard as I load up and swing hard, but the ball curves

The number two hitter hit a long ball to deep left but the left fielder made a nice basket catch for out number two. I put the number three hitter away on a low curveball which he totally whiffed at. I was feeling on top of the world, this game I had been doing great. I was three for three and had only allowed one run, and with the score being 2-1 I figured I held them good enough to win the game. Little did I know that the game was about to be a little less easy for me. As I anticipated my next inning pitching, I realized that this would be their last chance to score and that if they did score two runs my team would lose. So we had to hold them. I run out to the mound to start the last innings that would hopefully seal the win for us. The first batter I struck out but the second batter hit a single the next hitter I also struck out, but the hardest challenge was yet to come. As their best hitter comes in the box, I felt the same feelings as I did in the beginning of the game. Butterflies in my

It took place at the baseball field. Two teams are in the championship. Those teams are the Indians, and the Mudcats. Both teams came flying through the playoffs. It is 2 elimination. The main players, by main I mean the playmakers on the Indians are Tyler, Trent, and David. The playmakers on the Mudcats are Tim, Josh, and Jacob. There is a big conflict. It is such big game. It is SO stressful. Everyone’s hands are shaking, but they are ready to play some baseball.

The tigers have been playing a lot longer than we all have, we lined up, I was the first on to bat. He pitch STRIKE 1, he pitched again, I swung my hardest… and… SMACK the ball kept growing higher and longer HOMERUN!! The crowd went wild! We hit the first point of the game. Next it was Jimmy, Jimmy always hit higher and longer home runs than me. As Jimmy went up to bat, the pitcher pitch and.. SMACK! It went really high and came down right over the fence. The hooper redbirds were in the lead with two home runs and no outs. ¨man this going to be an easy game¨ I said while watching the game next up Johnpaul he was the bet batter and catcher on our team, every home run he gets he gets 5$ from his parents. As he walked up to bat I was thinking ¨we have to win this game so i can stay on the team¨ he pitch BAM! Flew into the outfield and out of the arena!

Sixth inning, I was deep into a no hitter with the score one to zip our favor. I had gotten the first batter to ground out to first base. Dad came trotting to the mound waiving Ihram in. I could see the concern on both faces. Looking at me what seemed like eternity, dad said “Looks like you got yourself in a pickle. There are two ways out, one is to blow the game and loose. The other is to pitch three strikes to the next two batters and win. What do you want to do?”

I was having a better than average game, throwing a few people out from centerfield, but nothing more than anyone expected out of me. While up to bat I had a couple hits and a few bunts. With extreme focus and excitement, my team and I found ourselves in the top of the seventh inning, tied ball game. At the end of our lineup, we were still excited especially after getting two girls on base. I was up next. This is the opportunity I had hoped for. The pitcher set up and began her windup… foul ball. And again, kicking her arm back and bringing it full circle delivered me an outside curve ball… ball one. Count of 1-1 and we were both feeling confident. Coach called me over to him for a quick pep talk he leaned over and said, “Shupe, how ‘bout you come up big this at bat, I want to see you go yard one more time.” The last ball ever thrown to me by the scary Albany Alexander pitcher, the sweet sound of the ball coming off the bat rang in my ears. I had hit the ball on the sweetest part of the bat and the sweetest feeling in the world was upon me. Going, going, gone! The ball soared over the left field fence. I began my homerun trot and could not help but wear an immense grin on my face. Rounding third, I saw my team jumping, screaming, cheering, and crying all waiting there at home plate to congratulate me. The most outstanding feeling in the world, making my team proud. I thrived under the pressure and it had never felt so good. But, we had to stay humble. We still had the bottom half of the inning to play. One, two, and three batters up, three batters out. We won! I felt so humbled by all the kind words my fellow teammates showered me with after the victory. It was as if I had won us the World Series. On the bus ride home we were lead back into West Portsmouth by fire trucks to help us celebrate the big win. Arriving back to the softball field where our cars were parked, I was

The pitcher let the first pitch fly, I let it pass me as it bounced on the plate. The catcher stopped the ball and tossed back like she had thousands of times. The next pitch flew in. It was half way to me when I swung, I knew it was the one. The bat connected with the ball in the lower right corner. I didn’t even look before I bolted towards the first. I turned my head and saw the ball was anywhere near second yet, so I turned and ran even faster towards second. Before I knew it the ball had gotten into third, stopping me at second, but getting all three of my teammates in. I looked over and saw my parents cheering, and a smile grew on my face. The next batter knocked me in easily and we were up fifteen to six. I knew we could keep

It was around the 5th inning. The ball was pitched at me, one ball went by and it was a strike, because I was paying more attention to my coach, which I shouldn't have been doing. Then the second pitch was thrown, the ump called a ball, it was way too far away from the box. Then the third ball was pitched, it was right down the line, I swung for the pitch, and then….”SMACK!” The ball was in the air, and it was over the fence, it went right over third base. I was watching the ball as it went over the fence, and the other team was watching it to. I had to stop at second base, because my coach and the ump were deciding if it was over. They thought for a second that it hit the foul pole. But then they asked me and my teammates if it did, I said that “I think it was over and didn’t hit the foul pole.” Then after about 5 minutes they talked about it and then said “It is a home run.” Then let me go home.

The following week was our next game and we were extremely ready. We practiced everyday as hard as we could because we knew how close we were to the championship I could almost feel it. The team we were playing was the saints and they seemed as ready has us, but we knew we were going to come out on top. In the first five inning both teams didn't score or get any hits. It wasn't until the the seventh inning when until any one got a hit. It was a little blooper over the second baseman's head for a single that's when we got fired up. The next at bat a double down the third base side was hit. Now there was runners on third and second with no outs, this was our chance to take the lead. The next batter up popped up the first pitch to the catcher

When we pull up to the diamonds there are games being played. I get out of the car and meet up with the team. We start warming up and getting ready for our first game. Once the game is over we get in our dugout and get pumped. Me and carter play catch while the captains are flipping the coin. We lost the coin toss and we are away. I’m first batter so I start swinging the bat while the pitcher is warming up. After about 5 pitches the umpire tells me batter up. I walk up to the plate, and get ready to swing. The first pitch I hit to third. I run as fast as I can and get to first before the ball can get to the first baseman. The coach gives me the sign to steal. Right when the ball leaves his hand I start running. I run and slide into second

As I swing the bat I hear the bat smacking the ball and hitting a bullet over the pitcher’s head to tie the game. It’s the middle of the day and I’m playing for the champion chip game, on Cutler it takes most people a while to find because its hiding in the far back of Penn Lin park. Me and my teammates, coaches, parents, and the people that came to see the game. Everything is going good except for one thing and that is were losing I say to myself before I go up to bat. I’m taking my cuts and warming up “I want to get up so bad” I say to my coach “as long as Tapp gets a hit you will” “don’t worry he will” coach said after a pause. I’m watching the pitcher he will I say to myself. I’m opening the gate grabbing the bat that was tossed towards the dugout and throw it to Mike the batter that awaits after me. I’m looking down the third baseline looking for a signal but nothing is given so now I’m stepping into the box. Me and the pitcher are staring at each other he starts his motion and throws the pitch speeds in low and in the dirt “ball” I hear the umpire say. Two more pitches come in just even more wild so now I’m in a 3-0 count and I step closer to the plate so close the white lines are under my feet. The pitcher doesn’t want to load the bases he starts up and throws a meatball down the middle but I’m forced not to swing because of the count, “man I hope he gives me a pitch like that again and I will smoke it” this time I’m stepping in the box with more eagerness. The pitcher starts his windup releases the ball it’s a meatball I

A couple years back I tried out for a organization called the Bandits. It was suppose to be the best team around. And that’s just what we were. There was a little side chattering going around that we were cheating, so some guys got together and created a team called the untouchables. The purpose for putting this team together was to beat my team. We entered the tournament and sure enough we made it to the championship. We were undefeated in this tournament and so were the untouchables. Bottom of the 7th inning and the tie was scored. All we needed was one out and we were undefeated. Sure enough the batter hits a ball to right center and the run scores. They

On that Friday the list was posted and I scampered over to see if I had made it. “I made the team!” I remember squealing to my mom when I called her. While practicing everyday I would cowardly stand waiting for the ball to come to me. I remember towards the end of the season during a practice the coach had pulled me aside and at that moment I thought to myself “Is today the day I get cut because I haven’t improved enough?” I kept my head up and walked over towards him. He began talking and I remember him saying, “I can tell you have the potential, but you are still terrified of the ball.” My heart sank further when he said that because the thought of removal, and seconds later I could feel the tears building up, like an emotional tornado taking over. The next words to come out of the coach were, “However, I have a great way to demolish your fear if you wish to try.” That made me the person I am today. Of course I knew the exhilarating smile on my face answered his question. He told me to put on the malodorous catching gear and get in a “catcher position”, so I did and he told me not to put my glove up. As my legs wobble

We had our first game of the tournament on Thursday and I was not starting. I was fine with that as I was going to take advantage of when I did get in the game. My time came in the sixth inning when I finally got my shot. I had the right mindset and went out with a good first inning including making a diving play. Of course, I started boasting about it a bit and the next inning smacked me right across the face. Our pitcher walked two and gave up a single, but we were up two at the time and still had a little breathing room. The very next batter hit a high towering shot my way, so I chased it back toward the grey chain linked fence. Hearing my own footsteps hit the ground as if they were my heartbeat keeping a steady beat and continuously pumping. The scent of leather wafted by my nose as I extended my glove out to catch the ball. All of

After school that day, I was ecstatic to tell my baseball coaches about this huge opportunity, but they didn’t seem surprised when I told them. As it turns out, they had helped me to throw out the pitch. When I won the tickets to the game, that was because of my perfect attendance. The first pitch, however, was a separate competition, between me and the kids from other schools who had won tickets. Teachers and coaches had to write something about their student and send it in for the chance to win the chance at the first pitch, and my two baseball coaches had done just that. Not only them, but the secretary and Mrs. Armstrong both wrote in as well. It’s because of them that I got the opportunity. About a month passed, and the date of the game seemed to sneak up on me like a shadow. My mom was already in the cities because she was visiting friends the previous night, so that just left my dad, my siblings, and I to drive up. Of course, with my luck, we couldn’t even get that right. We were already running a bit late, and our car was out of battery. We tried for a while to start it, but eventually we had to get our neighbor to drive over and help jump our minivan. Thankfully, it worked, and we were on our way. Using means slightly outside of the law, we made it to Target Field, home of the Twins, with time to spare. We met up with my