Personal Narrative: Joining The Baseball Team
8:01 AM, I’ve got just enough time to finish the last question on my history homework before the first bell rings. I was weaving my way through the crowd on my way to the library when my friend Josh interrupted my plan. He dragged me over to him saying, “Ty! Ty! I’ve got to tell you something.” Josh explained that he wanted me to join the Baseball team because of the new coach that signed up for the job. Immediately I interrupted saying, “There is a new coach?”. Josh explained that the coach was from a team that went to the state championship a couple years back. He thinks the new coach really going to really help me if I join, because I was not the “best” player last year. “Bzzzzzz” the bell was ringing for class. As I was walking toward first
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I knew that I had to hit good on this one because if I didn't we would probably lose our last game. As I watch the ball fly out of the pitcher's hand ,it mesmerized me and before I even thought to swing it was already past home plate and I knew what call that would be “strike three, thats game” called the ump. My team never won one game because of me. It was all me, every time, every game. I was up to bat I was always scared of the ball or never paying attention to it. EVERYONE was giving me the stink eye probably saying in their head that Ty blew this one again. **FLASHBACK** This brought back a lot of tough times last year like people making fun of me. If I were to join this year then I would be no match for the other players on the team. After school I told my mom about the new coach and how supposedly good he is. She thought that this coach would make a change on the way I play if I joined, so she is making me stop by the first practice and watch the coach and how he works with the players.
“Time for practice….sort of, I’m just watching” I repeated throughout my
I knew that I had to hit good on this one because if I didn't we would probably lose our last game. As I watch the ball fly out of the pitcher's hand ,it mesmerized me and before I even thought to swing it was already past home plate and I knew what call that would be “strike three, thats game” called the ump. My team never won one game because of me. It was all me, every time, every game. I was up to bat I was always scared of the ball or never paying attention to it. EVERYONE was giving me the stink eye probably saying in their head that Ty blew this one again. **FLASHBACK** This brought back a lot of tough times last year like people making fun of me. If I were to join this year then I would be no match for the other players on the team. After school I told my mom about the new coach and how supposedly good he is. She thought that this coach would make a change on the way I play if I joined, so she is making me stop by the first practice and watch the coach and how he works with the players.
“Time for practice….sort of, I’m just watching” I repeated throughout my