Perserverance Narattive-Lily Burky
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My mom came back just as we finished our cheer with a happy look on her face. "We're home team!" she said obviously exited. "Yay!" my whole team cheered. We grabbed our gloves, I put on my gear, and everyone went out on the field.
The center fielder gets to throw a ball to the outfielders, and the first base men does grounders to the infielders wile Natalie pitches to me. Pitchers always get five warm-up pitches in the first inning, and three in the rest of the game. On their last pitch, the catcher says...
...means the first baseman and the center fielder rolls the ball in to our coaches. Then, the catcher catches it and throws down to second base-where the shortstop is, ready to tag the fake runner. As the game started, I noticed some dark clouds out in the distance. I crossed my fingers they wouldn't reach us.
A few innings later...
"Sorry, girls, the rain won't stop!" my mom said, 14 minutes ago, as my team huddled under the dugout. We WERE playing and losing by 2. The bases were loaded and there was an RBI (Run Batted In) before. There was 1 out, 4th inning, and our next run was on 3rd, but we saw lighting, AND it was pouring, so we went to our cars.
I had Lindsay and Natalie in my car (we were all board) with my mom and grandpa. The rest of my family went to my dad's car. "Here, let me try!" I said to Lindsay. We were trying to do each-other's hair in a french braid to pass time. Since I did my hair that morning on my way here, I had my brush with me. This was the last game of bracket-play (basically the winner stays in).
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