Just Breathe

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 16, 2017

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Zane Flash

8/19/17

Just Breathe

I was thirteen standing on the mound in the Louisiana State Baseball Championship. In baseball, the pitcher that comes in the last inning is called “the closer”. My job was simple to shut the door on the opposing team and win the game. The first batter walks up with a grin on his face watching me warm up and laughing to himself. He enters the batter’s box and I stop,” just breathe” I tell myself, “just breathe”. I look into the mit and then look into his eyes. Then I “kick and deliver” he hits it straight in the air and I catch it for out number one. The next batter walks up, he’s tall and lanky. I felt so good when I blew three pitches past him for a strikeout and out number two. The third batter was the most surprising of them all because he was my cousin. Once again I look at him grinning at me and I gr in back at him and I once again “kick and deliver” he hits the pitch sky high and in foul territory but not far enough to leave the field and our third baseman catches it for out number three meaning I had closed the Louisiana State Championship and we were Louisiana State Champions.

Just because we won State doesn’t mean we stop playing. We had now earned a spot in the Southwest Regional in Grand Junction, Colorado. The next few days we full of anticipation, I couldn’t wait to get back on the field again but only this time I would play for Team Louisiana. Two days after the State Championship game the Southwest Regional bracket came out and we were able to see who we would play in the first round. Our first round opponent would be the Oklahoma State Champions. Knowing who we would play only made my anticipation worse. I flew out the Wednesday before the tournament started. On that Thursday I received a lanyard with my name on it and Louisiana Player under it. That made it official for me and it made me realize who I was and what I was about to become.

Friday night rolls around and it’s finally show time. I’m shaking with nerves as we take the field for warm ups. The game went well for us it was a rocky game but we won the opener Louisiana 15 Oklahoma 11. I was over joyed as the team raced over to the big bracket at the stadium to watch our name be written into the second round. Then we saw who our opponent was and then our smiles faded. We were going to have to play the mighty Texas- East. The next day rolls around, game day, I can’t eat and can’t calm myself. “Just breathe” I tell myself “Just breathe”. After lunch at about four thirty Saturday night we start batting practice before the game and hitting those balls had never been harder for me but what happened next made it worse.

After batting practice my coach pulled me over and said “you’re on the mound”. I couldn’t breathe for a solid five minutes and all I could do was shake my head. Texas- East was a beast no one could contain. There final score from their opening round game: Texas- East 31 Arkansas 3. They were big, they had pitchers that through faster than us, they were much taller, they were Goliath and we were David’s sandal. After batting  practice I get with Luke, our catcher, a throw some warm up pitches and I feel good but I’m nervous. Thirty minutes until show time and I’m already sweating so much I might pass out.

We enter the dugout and prepare for the lineup to be called. Mine was called second as the announcer said “Batting second and on the mound number seven Drew Jordan”  I then go to the mound to warm up. Then the first batter steps in and I toe the rubber “Just Breathe” I tell myself, “Just Breathe”. Then I look up and then “kick and deliver”.


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