Play Ball!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Sports  |  House: Booksie Classic
With the score tied up, the victory of a baseball game lies in the hand of a 11-year old boy. Set in 1900s.

Submitted: April 09, 2014

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Play Ball!

Christian is up to bat. I could see him bending his legs, his elbows up, and his eyes looking at the pitcher. The pitcher threw the ball. I saw the ball in slow-motion, spinning in a curve direction. Don’t swing, I thought in my head.  Christian swung the bat. I closed my eyes. I heard a deep voice. “Strike One!” exclaimed the umpire. I heard a moan in the crowd. I knew they were disappointed.

Christian batted again, but he missed it. “Strike Two!” yelled the umpire. Christian was starting to sweat. The rays of the sun stuck his bat. His bat looked like it was on fire. The pitcher spit on the ground. I heard him say something, but I couldn’t hear him. He threw the ball. I saw Christian swing his bat. I heard a punch-like sound. He had hit the ball.

I saw the ball swinging up in the air. The crowd went wild. The ball was close to the ground. Christian was near the second base. Suddenly, the crowd went silent. I did not know what was wrong. I glanced at the field. The outfielder caught the ball. “He’s OUT!” yelled the umpire. Christian walked back to the post, cursing himself.

It was now my turn to bat. I was nervous. I have never batted the entire season. As I step in the post, the saw the pitcher smirking at me. I can tell that he thought that I would fail. As I was getting ready to bat, I ever chatter from the audience. They said things like, “Are you kidding me?” and, “We have no hope” and even, “I heard he stinks!” This disappointed me. I was also made fun of because I played baseball really poorly.

I brought my bat above me head and got ready to swing. The pitcher squinted at me. He pitched the ball. For a second, my heart stopped. I heard two words coming out the umpire’s mouth. “Strike One!” shouted the umpire. I looked at myself with disappointment. ‘Stop messing around and focus’ I said to myself. I once again brought my bat up and started to swing. The pitcher gave me an evil smile. I could tell he was trying to take home the cup. He pitches the ball. I saw the ball curve and swung as soon as it got close to me. “Strike TWO!” yelled the umpire.

I started to throw a tantrum.  I heard the pitcher yell, “That’s right! This is my game! I owe it!” I was really getting mad at him. I then remember something that I thought of earlier. Don’t swing. I stepped on the base and looked at the pitcher at said to him, “Let me show you how it’s done…Loser!” He started to look angry. He spit on the ball and threw it the hardest he can. I saw the ball come towards me in slow motion, however. I felt the surge go through me.

BAM! I took at hard hit on the ball and saw it fly into the air. “Home run,” yelled the umpire, “The Little Cubs have won the game!” I saw the crowd cheering and my teammates started to run towards me. I looked many at the pitcher and smiled at him. He smiled back. The crowd were cheering me on. “Home run, Home run, Home run” they chanted.

There were many reporters asking me questions about my last minute hit. “What your name, son?” asked one reporter. I smile at him and gave him my bat. “My name is Babe Ruth…”


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