Baseball
           It was July of 2007 and I was pitching in a
baseball game for only the second time in my life. The
first batter jumped next to the sand-covered plate. I
gripped the ball tightly and flung it through the air.
SMACK! The ball landed in the catcher's black glove
way to the left of the plate. "Ball one," called the
umpire. The catcher whipped the ball back to me. I
caught it and hurled the ball at the catcher. CRACK!
This time, the ball landed to the right of the plate just
barely missing the batter. "Ball two," cried the ump. I
threw pitch after pitch at the catcher until I had
walked 6 people and 3 runs scored. I grabbed the ball
out of my glove again and pitched it at the catcher.
The batter swung and the ball was hit, hard! It flew
to left field and was easily caught. Two more pop-flies
to the short stop ended the inning. The next inning, I
was furious at myself. I picked up the ball and
launched it at the catcher. "Strike one," the umpire
screamed. I threw 5 more pitches, all strikes. I
checked the ball again and it was shot up into the air.
It was coming down right at ... ME?! I pulled up my
glove and plucked the ball from the sky! I realized my
anger made me try harder.

Baseball

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    Baseball It was July of 2007 and I was pitching in a baseball game for only the second time in my life. The first batter jumped next to the sand-covered plate. I gripped the ball tightly and flung it through the air. SMACK! The ball landed in the catcher's black glove way to the left of the plate. "Ball one," called the umpire. The catcher whipped the ball back to me. I caught it and hurled the ball at the catcher. CRACK! This time, the ball landed to the right of the plate just barely missing the batter. "Ball two," cried the ump. I threw pitch after pitch at the catcher until I had walked 6 people and 3 runs scored. I grabbed the ball out of my glove again and pitched it at the catcher. The batter swung and the ball was hit, hard! It flew to left field and was easily caught. Two more pop-flies to the short stop ended the inning. The next inning, I was furious at myself. I picked up the ball and launched it at the catcher. "Strike one," the umpire screamed. I threw 5 more pitches, all strikes. I checked the ball again and it was shot up into the air. It was coming down right at ... ME?! I pulled up my glove and plucked the ball from the sky! I realized my anger made me try harder.