A Narrative Essay On A Baseball Game

It was June 22 and it was a perfect day for a baseball game. My team the Diamondbacks, needed one win to get into the playoffs, and that clinching game was today. When I woke up the sun was coming up and I went to go wake up my dad so he could take me to the game. When I woke him up he looked like zombie who has not slept in weeks.
“Noah, why are you up so early?” he said, “I just want to make sure we are not late for the game.” I replied.
“Noah it's 7:30am and your game is not until 3:30!”
I did not realize how excited I was for the game. Since we were up so early my dad took me to the batting cages. We were the only ones there so every time I hit the ball it sounded like a bomb went off. I was hitting the ball well so I knew that this game was going to be a good one for me. Game Time was almost here and I was blasting Kanye in the car bobbing my head back and forth getting in gamezone.
I got to my team's field and saw the perfectly chalked batter's box and baselines. I went into to the dugout and saw the lineup and I was batting first! I had the same excitement in this moment as I do every time I get a king size crunch bar on Halloween. I started to warm up and I felt good. Game Time was coming up but it felt like forever. I was getting the feeling that you get when you put a hot pocket in the microwave and your are waiting for that very very long minute. The ump told us to go to the dugouts and we knew it was game time. I got my helmet and batting gloves on and grabbed my bat. I took a couple swings in the on deck circle then I stepped into the batter's box. I swung at the first pitch and heard a sweet pop off my bat and watched my line drive hit land in front of the centerfield man and I was on first base with a leadoff single. All the nervous energy I had was