Baseball Narrative

We decided to go to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Soon after we ate, we had to return to the convention center for the results. My team and I waited on stage for our division to be called. Right before the announcer said the results, we all held hands in anticipation and excitement. We just knew we were going to win.

The dust has settled. A week removed from my first trip to the Baseball Winter Meetings in Nashville, I am already looking forward to next years meetings in DC. There were no dull moments to be had at the Winter Wonderland, otherwise known as the Opryland Hotel. The energy in the air was palpable. Great baseball minds coming together to inform through workshops, honor those in the "family" and make moves to improve their teams.

I woke up and was at the ballpark sitting in the first row right behind home plate. I watched as each player on the team warmed up by throwing and receiving and also fielding the ball. The teams were both working on catching pop flies and then throwing the ball to their cut off guy. Each teams pitcher was done warming up by pitching to the catcher the teams went in the dugouts to get ready for the game. Finally, the first World Series baseball game has begun.

We were all sitting on the old wood table, and it had rusty metal to keep the seat and table. Also everyone was drinking soda or Gatorade/Powerade, and water. We were able to smell the fresh air breeze with us; it felt so good. At the end of are break the coach made us get up and made us play catch and stretch out so we were ready for our next game.

We watched the other teams play and there were some good games. We all go back to the hotel and swim in the pool to celebrate our big win. The coaches ordered pizza and we all just had fun. Then the next day we had to check out of our hotel, after we ate breakfast. So after the long 3 days of baseball we had to head back home

Baseball isn't favorite sport, mainly because I don't have the coordination to swing at a ball coming towards my face. My name is yelled, meaning that it is now my turn to take a swing. Slowly rising the bench I shuffle out of the dug-out, passing all of my classmates who believe I will miss. Lifting the wooden bat up, I square away my feet and stare down the pitcher. He windups, I feel the ball swoosh by.

This game was the most nervous I had ever been in my whole life. I was just thinking to myself what if I play bad, or make errors, or hit terrible. So then I went into the dugout and everyone just was saying sorry and they felt bad and terrible for me. I just wanted to get on that field and play the great game of baseball and show my grandma what I can

On September 8, 1998 there was a MLB record broken. This record stood for over 35 years and was held by New York Yankee, Roger Maris. As Jesse Quiroz lay on the couch, he explains his memory of the night that Mark Mcgwire broke one of the hardest records to break in MLB history. He remembered that night very vividly.

They greeted me as usual, and throughout the whole day, not single word was said about the embarrassing performance I put on the night before. It was that day when I realized, baseball is just a game. It is meant to be fun. Ever since that day, I embrace every game, practice, workout, and bullpen.

A book was in the way so I moved it out the way. He got the book found the middle of the book, and got a straw out of his pocket and slurped . I gasped and he heard me then rushed out the room and out the door. I followed him but before i reached the door my dad asked me where was I going I to say concise answer so I said out

I yelled. He’s not dead! Not yet! And i started to hit him harder and harder. At last, my father half opened his eyes.

Dad's dead! Dad's dead! Dad's dead! Dad's dead! Dad's dead!”

So I, too, opened the door of the tornado shelter and ran for it. I pressed my sister against my chest and ran. The acid rain finally stopped and it was just regular wind and rain at the moment. We started off on our journey and I ran for a very long

The Storm Lightning crashes overhead as I race back into the house, dripping wet. I was just returning back from an adventure in the woods. The storm was unexpected, even the forecasters had never expected it. Luckily, I managed to make it back inside safely.

¨Nate, get out of here!¨, my father yelled at me just before I saw a huge chunk of flesh missing from his chest. He was dead before he hit the ground. “No!!!” , I screamed furiously. Then there was a whizzing sound.