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
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