The Baseball Game
It's a warm summer's evening.
I'm sitting there next to my family,
Hotdog in one hand, soft drink in the other.
I'm feeling like the luckiest kid on Earth.
We have amazing seats, just above our team's dugout.
I'm right up close, I can see all the players.
Looking around the stadium, every seat is taken.
So many people, cheering, talking, having a good time.
I feel such a rush of excitement.
The feeling of pride and confidence in our team is overpowering.
Our team is winning, ten to five, bottom of the seventh.
We strike out and move to the eighth.
In what seems like a blur, our team is suddenly losing, eleven to ten.
But they never give up.
It's the bottom of the ninth.
We lose if we don't have at least one more run.
The first two batters strike out.
The tension is mounting. Can they pull this off?
Soon, we have the bases loaded and the next player steps up.
Two strikes! Oh no!
As the pitcher prepares the third pitch,
The crowd holds its breath.
Crack! The sound of a perfect hit is music to our ears.
A Grand Slam! Amazing! We win!
The players are congratulating each other.
The crowd, my family and I are screaming with excitement.
This was a good night to see a baseball game!
