Personal Narrative: African American Football

My team and I watching from the crowd, as Clarkstown and New City battle it out to advance to the next round. The sun beaming down on us like we were asphalt on a summer day, and getting in our eyes causing us to put on eye black. I can’t help myself and smell hot pretzels being made so my dad and I buy one and share it before the game ends. The game finishes, 4-3 in favor of Clarkstown, my coach tells us to go to the out field to stretch and throw if you were a parent in the stands all you would see would be 10 bright white baseballs flying back and forth. The umpires soon arrive and our three coaches call us over, to say “We did not try this hard and make it this far to lose, so let's go get that win boys!” my team replied with “Let’s go

The first inning passes and the game is tied 0-0. Our ace is on the mound and he was working the other team, 4 strikeouts through 2 innings but already 35 pitches. It is now our turn to bat, first batter is walked, then the second is hit by a pitch. The opposing team's coach walks on the field to say something to the pitcher, he probably said “You are doing great, but you can let them hit it, there is a defense behind you to make plays too” because he did just that. The next three pitches are all outs, all of them ground balls to one of the infielders who made the play. We were not able to convert so we switched sides once again but this time i'm in the game playing right field. It did not matter that I was though because our pitcher was unhittable. Although he was doing great he had to come out of the game having thrown 85 pitches

My team began to rally back it was bases loaded and I was up with one out. The other team had changed pitchers to try to get them out of this crucial situation. I stepped up to the plate and took a strike the count 0-1, the next pitch came it looked like a small white snowball, and I swung my bat and managed to hit the ball. I began to start praying that I hadn't lost the game by hitting it to one of the fielders that would make the out. The ball kept going and going until it had finally went over the fence to be a grand slam. After it went over, it filled me with so much relief and I made me so relaxed that I thought I was floating on a cloud. It was my first home run ever, and now we were winning 5-4. The crowd began to scream and my dad started running to recieve the ball. We were able to hold them off and win the game 5-4 to advance to the next round. I walked out of the dug out and everyone began to cheer my name, my face was filled with a smile bigger than the sun and earth combined. I was happy but now it was time to see who we would be playing in