Personal Narrative: A Perfect Day In Baseball

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It was a hot Saturday morning in April and it was turning into a perfect day for baseball. I was hitting lead off for our team, which means first in the batting order. I was the first one to see this pitcher and most of the time the leadoff man can set the tone of the game with his at bat. We had all watched the pitcher warm up, like we always do, and felt like he was “hittable.” The pitcher began his motion and threw the first pitch. It flew by me and popped the catcher’s glove as I thought “Dang, this guy is throwing gas.” “Strike one!” yelled the Umpire. The pitcher was throwing a little bit faster than I had expected, and I was not prepared on the first pitch to hit what he was throwing. At that moment, I thought about my morning prior

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