Personal Narrative Essay: The Last Pitch

The Last Pitch It was a 3-2 count. The bases were loaded. It was the last inning and and my team was down by 1 run. I was up to bat. It was the Championship Game and we couldn’t lose this game. My heart was about to jump out of my chest. My hands were sweating. The pitcher came set and threw the pitch. The pitch looked perfect to drive.

It was 6 in the morning and my throat was dry as a desert. I was still tired and I could barely open my eyes. My dad woke me up for my baseball game which started at 8 o’clock. “You ready for your first game?” My dad asked.

“I’m still tired, and I’m hungry,” I replied. My dad gave me toast and put strawberry jam on it. I ate the toast and was still hungry. So I got yogurt from the refrigerator.

But the other pitcher was also doing really good and only allowed 3 hits. A was a pitchers duel and we battled for a long time. But in the sixth inning I gave up a leadoff double. Then the next batter hit a single. The runner was heading for home plate, but the throw was too late and the umpire called safe. I was sad but didn’t give up. I got the next 3 batters out and the inning was over. Our coach made us hudle around each other and told us that we shouldn’t give up yet. We had to keep fighting and had to get a rally going. We were all fired up.

Our leadoff hitter hit a leadoff single and gave us motivation. The next batter also hit a single. There were runners on first and second. Our next batter struck out and so did the next batter. The next batter hit single to load the bases up, and now I was batting.

I was so nervous that my hands were sweating and my heart was about to jump out of my chest. The pitcher came set and threw the first pitch it look outside so I took the pitch. The umpire called a ball. I looked at my coach for a sign. He gave me a swing away sign which meant that you could swing. The pitcher threw a curveball and it was in the dirt.

“Ball two” called the