The Missed Fly Ball :: Personal Narrative Essays

The baffled Fly B tout ensembleIt was only a fly chunk, and I missed it. I missed a fly oaf in the finalbaseb alone game my 3rd grade year . It was a beautiful day, a fewer clouds coveringthe extremely blue summertime sky. It was very hot. I remember this because of thetremendous amount of sweat that would live on eat up my face while I stood out in dear field. When I heard that crack of the bat, all I could try for for was thatthe ball would not come my direction. I have neer had good luck, so the ballwas coming right for me. I didnt even have to move, all I did was put my glovein the air and again hope it hit my glove. It did hit the glove but bouncedright out and tooshie me. Now all there was to do was pick up the ball and throwit. It was not this simple for me. I turned around, bent down for the ball,and after the third try successfully grabbed it and stood back up and preparedto throw. Well the scratch thing that came to mind was just to fling it up in theair and ho pe it makes it to somebody around the base sackingner. Considering my forward luck, I just threw it to the first basemen. The throw was not any get out then the catch. It landed 5 feet short and by the time the first basemenrecovered the runner had rounded third base and was at least halfway home. Therunner did score on a close admit at the plate. The run gave the other team atwo run advantage going into the sixth inning, which was the last in midgetleague. I knew at this point I was going to have a dangerous time facing the otherguys on the team after this plentiful let down. It also made me decide to quitbaseball all together. Since quitting baseball at such a early age I missed onthe opportunity to take part in what could have, at one time, been consideredAmericas Pastime.Once a few years later I started to learn how to play basketball for the firsttime. It was just a few friends and myself down at the park shooting hoops. Iwasnt terrible, considering I had never really playe d before. We played a fewgames of Horse and a few other simple shooting games. I wasnt the best but Iwasnt always last. I was doing good until someone suggested we play twenty-one.