The season was just starting. It was a warm summer
evening. My mom had my uniform ready for me to put on. I couldn’t wait
to dress for my game. We had been practicing for what seemed like a long
time, and now we were ready for our first game. My dad bought me a new
glove and bat. We had spent several evenings playing catch, breaking in
my new glove. Dad was so happy that I was playing baseball. My team name
is the “Sixers.” He told me stories about when he was my age, how he
loved playing. He played for the Knight of Columbus. They won
championship every year he played. He said all the other teams hated to
play them because they knew they were up against a tough team. Dad said
they were lucky to have such great compassionate coaches that gave a lot
of their time to the team.
On the drive to the game, Dad said to me, “Remember to keep your eye on
the ball and elbows up.”
I just smiled and said, “Ok, Dad.”
Mom said, “If your team wins, we will go out for ice cream after the
game.” She knew how much I liked chocolate milk shakes.
When we got to the ballpark, I started getting nervous. I saw my
teammates warming up, and I ran to them. Once I started practicing, I
felt more relaxed. My coach came up to me and said, “Son, just do your
best and we got this game.” I smiled at him as did the other team
The umpire blew the whistle and it was time to play. We were up to bat
first. I was third batter. First batter went to home plate. He swung and
missed the first ball. On the second throw, he hit the ball and ran to
first and was safe. The second player came up to bat and he struck out.
Now it was my turn. I heard my dad say, “Let’s go, Son, eye on the
ball.” The pitcher threw the ball and I swung and missed. The second
pitch was a foul ball. On the third pitch, I swung and all I could hear
was the crack of the bat. The ball went soaring into right field. The
player on first ran to second; I ran as hard as I could and made it
safely to first. The next player came up and swung on the first pitch
and hit it to left field. We all took off, and we all made it into home.
We were up 3 to 0. Our parents were going wild. We were all pumped up.
Then the sky started getting dark and the wind picked up. Rain was
moving in and the coaches were watching the sky for lightning. We played
three more innings before the rain and lightning started. The score was
3 to 2 with us in the lead by one. We had to stop playing and wait for
the storm to blow over. While we were waiting, the coaches talked to us,
and even our dads got into the conversation.
The storm passed and it was time to play ball once again. We were really
pumped up and wanted to win our first game. My best friend was up to bat
next. He swung and missed the first ball. On the third throw, he hit it
to second base. He is a fast runner and he made it to first safe. We
scored three more runs by the time the eighth inning started. The score
was now 6 to 4.
I started off the eighth inning. I hit the ball on the first pitch and
made a line drive down left field. I ran as hard as I could, and I made
it to second base. The player on the other team missed the catch, which
helped save me on second. The next three batters on my team struck out,
so I never got to run home. I was starting to get scared and nervous
that we might lose this game.
The other team came up to bat and they tied the score up 6 to 6. We
finally got them out and it was our turn at bat.
I really wanted to get a homerun and make my dad proud. I kept telling
myself I could do this. The bases were loaded and it was my turn. I
swung at the first ball and missed. The next ball was a foul ball. On
the third pitch, I swung and missed. Everybody was hollering, “You got
this! Keep your eye on the ball!” The pitcher released the ball and it
was right down the middle. My bat made contact and the ball went flying
through the air and to the fence. One run came in, the second run came
in, the third run came in, and I just kept running. They threw the ball
to home and I slid in. The catcher dropped the ball, and I was called
safe! I got my home run and the team was all over me. My dad and mom
were jumping up and down. The score was now 10 to 6. Now we just had to
hold the other team in the bottom of the ninth.
Their first batter made it to first base. The second batter struck out.
The third batter struck out. The fourth batter hit the ball to the first
baseman, and he got the runner out and threw it to second, and they
tagged him. The game was over! We won by four runs.
What an exciting first game. The coaches were jumping up and down. My
teammates were hollering and jumping. Our parents ran out on the field
and hugged us all. My dad was beaming from ear to ear. He patted me on
the back and said, “Son, great job! I’m so proud of you.”
Mom said, “Let’s go get some ice cream.” My teammates and I with our
families headed to Dairy Queen.