Curve Ball
“Watch for the curve ball,” my coach shouted from the dugout to the right of me. I have always had a hard time hitting anything but a fastball, but this time it felt right, I was about to make something happen. As the pitcher wound up to pitch, a thousand thoughts were flashing through my mind,
“what if I strike out, what if I get hit,” it also didn’t help that we were down a run with a guy on third in the bottom of the 9th, so the pressure was on me to drive in this winning run.
“Strike one,” the umpire yelled as the ball whizzed past me into the catchers glove behind the plate.
“Watch the pitcher, do not take your eyes off of the ball,” spat my coach as he seemed to be getting anxious to get the winning run in. After all if we lose this game our season was over, but if we win, we ,might just go to the finals, and maybe win it all. As the pitcher got ready to throw his second pitch to me, I was able to clearly see that the next pitch thrown to me would be a curve ball, all I had to do is sit back and watch for thee break.
“Foul ball,” called the umpire loud and quickly. That makes two strikes, anything over the plate I need to hit, I thought in my adrenaline pumped mind.
“ If I can just get this hit,” I murmured to myself, watching the coach for the next call. As the pitcher wound up for once another pitch I once again saw the circle indicating that he was about to throw another curve ball. Before I knew it, I saw the break on the ball, and smashed it to the gap between right and center field, allowing the winning run to come in. From the bleachers and the dugout I could here the parents, and my coach screaming,
“We did it, we are moving on.”
After that at bat, hitting a curve ball came natural to me, I no longer had to struggle to see where it was going, I just made a prediction and hit the ball. That was the first moment that I really felt like I had achieved something, the first time that I didn’t disappoint someone, well except the other team,but that is okay with me.