Narrative Essay About Baseball

Making History It was a dreary Friday for the Conroe High baseball team. After a devastating loss to Montgomery the Tuesday before, none of us were looking forward to tonight's game against College Park. It was evident that Conroe had never beaten College Park because they reminded us every time we played them. I managed to sneak through the day without getting much done by just being quiet in class due to my longing for the weekend to come. When seventh period rolled around the mood was not pleasant. We stood around not conversing very much even though we all wanted to say something about our playoff chances being eliminated. Eventually our coach came and addressed the elephant in the room, but wanted to make sure that even though this wouldn’t

Surprisingly enough, this idea of being the first team to beat College Park seemed to raise our spirits and give us the drive to play this game like we still had a chance for the playoffs. The arrival of the JV and Sophomore teams gave us something to watch until it was our time to go. We gathered our gear and cramped everything into the bus and started on our fairly short trip over to the newest school in the district. Once we pulled into the parking lot our coach announced to the whole bus, “We’ve come into their home, and we’re going to take what’s ours.”

The bus remained silent while unloading but you could see the fire in the eyes of the seniors. This was their last stand, their one chance to make a difference this season and they were determined to not let it slip away. I stayed out of the way like any sophomore on a team full of Juniors and Seniors. This was not my moment for glory, but I was obligated to do everything I could to let it be theirs. “I can’t stand this team” shouted Riley loud enough for anyone on or around the

Inning by inning they inched back getting one run an inning. By the fifth inning, it was all tied up at 4-4 and we were up to bat. After flying out my first at bat, I changed my approach and tried to hit a ground ball through a gap. Sadly the shortstop scooped it up and threw me out at first. I was furious by this point, but I wasn’t going to let it affect me in the field. In the same inning, we managed to put up two runs off of back to back doubles and a single. Even though we took the lead their offense was ruthless; they answered back with another run. Down to the seventh and final inning our starting pitcher, Marshall walked back out there to complete the game. He allowed a lead-off walk and then a hit which made it clear he was getting tired. Our coach shuffled to the mound to meet Marshall and the next thing I knew, I was being called into pitch. My heart started pounding despite knowing that this could happen all along. I warmed up on the mound with about 8 pitches, then the umpire asked if I was