Personal Narrative Essay

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We have all had an event in our lives that feels like it will define you for the rest of you life. Early July in 100 degree heat made it a marvelous day for baseball. We’ve played in this heat since 10 A.M. and just finished playing our fifth straight game vs. Rollingstone. Now we just have to win two more games against our rivals the Byron Bears, and we would get to take home that shiny, gold trophy that has called our name since the moment we arrived. My life experience playing two high pressured games shows my nervousness in the first game vs Byron, in the second game vs Byron, and in the end of the game. Throughout my life, I always get nervous in big moment situations in sports, but no moment has my nervousness tried to control me worse than the Rollingstone tournament. I’m warming up for the game when I saw the best pitcher in our grade warming up in the bullpen. Bjorn Knutson, a six foot long legged sixth grader who threw nothing but gas. I thought, How in the world are we supposed to win with him on the mound? First inning I get up, the sweat running down my face, shaking like it’s zero degrees outside. I walk up to the plate and one, two, three I …show more content…

The first guy up flies out to Jake in center field. After each pitch, my nervousness continuously grows and I just hope a ball won’t get hit my way. Smack, the next ball flew threw the air right at me. My body suddenly froze with barely any movement, but at the very last second I stuck out my glove and barely snagged it. I thought, Come on just one more out and we get to go home with that shiny, gold trophy that we came for. The guy steps up to the plate and and hits a groundball to third base.He barely beats the throw, but he accidentally rounded the base and got tagged out for the final out. When this happened, my nervousness disappeared and I ran for my teammates to celebrate on the

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