If you had the opportunity to do something over, what would it be and what would you change?
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There was no better situation in baseball; a rivalry game, tied in the bottom of the last inning, bases loaded and the home team up to bat. It was a situation I had dreamed of since my parents put a glove in my crib. It was now my senior season and my exact dream came true; then I realized I was on the visiting team.
The hitter that stepped into the batters box led the league in batting average and as the catcher, I had witnessed him demolish my pitcher's self esteem more than once. I could not show that I was nervous, however, because I was the captain of the team and the only senior. After the pitcher walked the bases loaded, I jogged to the mound to calm him down. I told a joke because humor seemed to be the best medicine.
The joke cleared the pitcher's mind enough for him to get two strikes in a row. I gained confidence with ever pitch that we would get out of the inning and a building of hope erected where a wasteland of worry once occupied. The next pitch was thrown low and inside; nearly unhittable. Nearly was not enough to keep the hitter's bat from making contact with the fastball. It was only a slow ground ball to the third basemen, and relief spread through my team. He routinely fielded it and threw it to me at home plate for the force out and the survival of our chance at winning the game.
It was a play we had practiced before hundreds of times. I routinely catch the ball with my foot on the plate, and then I routinely throw the ball to first base for the double play. Reality is not routine, however, and the umpire called the runner safe at home plate.
It was two inches that separated my foot from the plate. Two inches separated the potential glory of beating our rivals from a town knowing of my blunder. The story of the game and its ending was described on the front page of my city's newspaper. I felt ashamed. My team and I had worked since October to win that game, and I blew the opportunity. I felt as if I stole everything we had worked for and thrown it away.
If I had the opportunity to do something over, I would have taken a step two inches to the right. I would have kept the game alive and given us the chance of still winning. It is not embarrassing anymore, but I still feel like I took a deserving chance from my teammates.
The hitter that stepped into the batters box led the league in batting average, and as the catcher, I had witnessed him demolish my pitcher's self esteem more than once. ---Great sentence!
I told a joke, because humor seemed to be the best medicine.
I gained confidence with every pitch, that we would get out of the inning and a building of hope was erected where a wasteland of worry once occupied.
It was only a slow ground ball to the third baseman , and relief spread through my team.
It was a play we had practiced before, hundreds of times.
I routinely catch the ball with my foot on the plate, and then I routinely throw the ball to first base for the double play.
It was a mere two inches, that separated my foot from the plate.
I felt as if I had stolen everything we had worked for and thrown it away.
You're a good writer! Great essay, good luck in school!
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