The focus of my blog is my connection to the narrative “My name is Margaret” by Maya Angelou and the narrative I wrote about an emotional and memorable time in my life. The connection that both of these writing pieces share are their appeal to the five senses, as well as being deeply descriptive and emotionally driven. “Look Cooke all you need is a single to bring this run in nothing special, do what you do best” said Coach Giorgio.“ I responded “Ok their right fielder doesn’t look very talented, if I get the right pitch I could square up and take it that way that’ll surely bring our man home” . The sky was slightly cloudy and there was a warm spring breeze on my skin, perfect baseball weather. It was a night game so we played under the lights. There was a lot of parents and family members in the stands. This was a huge game, winner goes to the championship so it was do or die for us both. It was sure to rain because it was so humid everyone was sweating and water was becoming scarce on our bench. I trotted up to the box, looked down the line to my third base coach and strapped up my all black Nike batting gloves gloves. I was wearing dirty and grass stained white Nike pants, a blue jersey, my old black Nike cleats and a pine tar covered black Wilson helmet. I looked up to the pitcher and rested my feet into the box. I looked back at the umpire and he shouted ”PLAY BALL”. I glanced over to right field where I was hoping to plant the ball, the catcher threw the fresh new white ball to the pitcher. The pitcher then leaned forward and got set in the stretch. He looked back at the runner taking his lead on second. He pitched a fastball and it went right past me making a “zipping” noise. I wasn’t fully prepared, I was too intensely focused on my footing. The catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher and the pitcher got ready again. He winded up and threw the pitch, it was high and outside my favorite spot so I stepped into it and “CRACKK” the bat went, the ball lined right over the first basemen and dropped into right field. The outfielder ran for the ball and it bounced over his short body I sprinted to first not looking where the ball had landed. The runner in front of me was rounding third, destined for home I was almost at second and I dropped onto my leg and slid into the base because the fielder somehow got the ball to the cut-off man. I saw what was going around me and made sure to do a standup slide and when I realized the cut off over threw the ball I got up and sprinted to third. The third basemen wanted a run down so he threw the ball to the shortstop but that was also an overthrow. I then rounded third and was well on my way to reaching the plate. The center fielder had a miracle throw to home and the catcher caught it but somehow I got under the tag and was safe. I brought in two runs with my inside the park homerun, I ran into the dugout to jump into my teammates arms. We were now in the lead by two runs with ton of confidence to full us for the rest of the game. The game ended and we fell short, the other team rallied and figured out a new game plan. It was a tough loss but my team and I knew that we were just out played and outcoached, we all left everything on the field. The entire team was upset after our tough loss but we shared a few laughs after, we spoke about my unorthodox homerun as well as how hard we all worked and how much harder we would work in the following season.
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Sabatino
2/4/2019 10:56:24 am
As I read your scene, I felt myself running around the bases with you...and I flashed back to my first inside-the-park Little League home run. Thanks for allowing me to live your moment with you and to relive my own moment.
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Martina Zuppo
2/4/2019 03:17:28 pm
You are very clear about the connections made in your introduction and throughout the "My Name is Margaret" piece.
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