My First Walk-Off

My First Walk-Off

Author's Note: I chose this for my personal narrative since this was what I remember when I think of baseball and also the irony of my dad missing it.

Runners on second and third, one out the bottom half of the seventh inning.  I knew it was my chance and I had to come through.  Right before the inning started my dad left with the game tied at 7-7 against the Hartland Hawks.  As I stepped up to the plate I looked down the first base line were my dad usually was.  Not today since he had to leave early to pick up my sister from soccer practice.  I told myself not to worry and stepped up to the plate.

               

The pitcher looked a little shaken after giving up two walks in a row.  He proved it by quickly falling behind 3-0.  I knew he would force one in since he couldn’t afford to walk the third straight batter.  He wiped the sweat from his face and came in his pitching motion.  My theory was proved when he gave me one a little inside from right down the middle just where I liked it. "Smack".

               

As the ball carried just over the third baseman’s leaping glove it dropped right in front of the left fielder for a game winning hit!  The pitcher threw down his hat in disgust of giving up the game for his team  As soon as I touched first I sprinted to home where the winning run had just scored.  Everyone was cheering and happy and I knew that I had just gotten my first game-winning hit.  I looked over to the entrance of the park and saw my dad pulling in.  I wondered if he saw my hit.