|
|
This is only a preview of the paper
Click here to register and get the full text.
Existing members click here to login
|
|
|
Here is the pitch and a deep fly ball was hit to the outfield. All through my mind were the thoughts of missing a fly ball and losing the game. It was only a fly ball, but I missed it. I missed a fly ball in the final baseball game of my 5th grade year. ... When I heard the crack of the bat, all I could hope for was that the ball would not come my direction. I have never had good luck, so I thought, for that reason, the ball was coming right for me. ... Now all there was to do was pick up the ball and throw it. ... I turned around, bent down for the ball, and after the third try I finally grabbed it and stood back up and prepared to throw. ... The throw was not any better then the catch, but it eventually got there and by the time the first basemen recovered the ball the runner had rounded third base and was at least halfway home. ... Since quitting baseball at such a early age I missed out on the opportunity to take part in what could have, at one time, been considered Americas Pastime. ... The thought of missing another fly ball or mispronouncing a word in front of anybody else makes me cringe. ... This game required me to dribble the ball and run and shoot. ... ” And he threw me the ball. I was so nervous I could not even catch the ball. ... I remember hearing “Give me the ball,” and “Shoot the ball.” Dan said, “Just go to the foul line and shoot the ball. ... I think it could have been considered the biggest air ball in the history of the sport.
Approximate Word count = 1410
Approximate Pages = 5.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
|
|
|
|
|
|