Personal Narrative: America's Pastime

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Baseball, the greatest sport in my opinion, is America’s pastime. This not so simple sport where the goal is to hit a round ball with a round bat squarely is what I love doing. Chad Harbach, who is a sports writer, once said. “Baseball is a team game but at the same time it’s a very lonely game; unlike in soccer or basketball where players roam around, in baseball everyone has their little plot of the field to tend. When the action comes to you, the spotlight is on you and no one can help you (brainyquote.com). This game is my favorite sport because of the relationships that are made with teammates and all of the memories that have been made over the years. I have been playing baseball since I was eight years old. To me it is amazing how…show more content…
In my career of baseball I have had two freak injuries that have kept me out almost the whole year. When I was in seventh grade I was playing in the spring for a school baseball game. I smashed what I thought was going to be a no doubt triple. I dashed out of the batter’s box and as I rounded first I felt a “crack” in my hip. When I got to second I dropped to all fours and I knew that I had hurt something really bad. I had to be helped off the field and went to the emergency room to find out that I had broken my hip. So I had to miss that whole summer of baseball. My other freak injury happened in our first summer tournament when I completed eighth grade. We were playing in an elimination game in Elk River and I was having a blast playing but I had no clue what was about to happen. I was playing second base and Eli Emerson was playing center field. Our opposing teams’ hitter hit a pop fly to shallow center field. I turned, put my head down, and sprinted after the ball. As I put my glove up to catch the ball I collided with Eli. At first I was more worried about him then me. I asked him if he was ok and he responded that he was fine. I didn’t think I was hurt very bad but when our shortstop, Mason Primus came over to see I was ok then I knew something was wrong. He dropped to his knees and was almost gaging and his face turned pale. I looked over to my left wrist and saw that my

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