Personal Narrative: Becoming A Perfect Team

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It was a 2-1 count. My team, the Cardinals, were just one out away from winning the game, and I was just one out away from getting a perfect game. A knuckle curve was called from our team’s catcher and… strike three! You’re out! When I was around nine years old, I pitched a perfect game.

When I was six years old and had never played anything, but soccer and flag football, my dad asked me whether I wanted to play baseball for the summer or soccer. Of course it was like the toughest decision I had ever made at that time, as I was only six. So it took me a long time to decide. Trying to decide which one would be the best for me, I thought about the pros and cons for each sport. I had played soccer the longest and was the sport I was most experienced
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Which had a lot of kids that you probably know or even go to this school. The team belonged to the Strike Zone club, and we could use the facility and coaches for practices, which helped me learn a lot. Anyway, the team was a decent double A team, and we won like two or three tournaments that year and came close a couple of times. That year though one of the tournaments was special to me, because during that tournament I decided that I wanted to play baseball when I grew up even if it was only for college. That meant I would be able to help my family pay for college. That meant that I would be able to get an affordable education for whatever I wanted to be after if I didn’t go pro. That meant I would be able to do something I love to do everyday and be paid for it in education and scholarships. I knew that there was a good chance I wasn’t going to make it, but that was okay as long as I worked as hard and often as I could to make it there.

The game had arrived as I woke up at 6 o’clock in the morning. I pulled myself out of bed and got dressed for the game. I put a breakfast sandwich in the microwave and got my socks and cleats on. Then I left at 6;20, as the baseball complex was around a half hour away and that the game was at 8 o’clock. I ate my sandwich in the car and got prepared for the game ahead of
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While my team did infield and outfield drills while I warmed up with our catcher. Four seam, two seam, knuckle curve, change up, and circle change, I got ready to pitch the game ahead of

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