The Pain of T-Ball

   I was really excited. My palms were sweaty, my shirt was stuck to my shirt and my heart was beating fast. It won’t a real game, but I taught it was special. It was my first baseball at-bat. The game was tied, well, it wasn't really a game. We were in P.E and we were playing Tee Ball. I had never played baseball; I had only watched about two innings of baseball my whole life. I was on the 7th spot of the lineup. There was someone on second base. The P.E class was just 35 minutes, and there was about three minutes left.

I went to the batter box and took a stance that I had seen on TV. The P.E teacher was the pitcher, so he threw it very slowly. I took a hard swing but missed miserably.

"Wait till it gets to you" shouted my teammates.

I once again took my stance and waited for the pitch. I waited, waited then I gave it a hard swing. By the time I swinged, the ball was already in the catcher’s hand.

"Don't wait that long, ok, just bunt it" shouted my teammate again.

I had know what bunt means from playing video games. You just put your bat in front sideways and hit the ball so that it falls in front of the catcher. I did exactly that. I just tap the ball and ran to first. The catcher sucked so I didn't have to run that fast. I was on first and someone else was on third. One more hit and we win. I couldn't control myself, I was all hyped up.

It was a girl’s turn to bat. There was one minted left of P.E. She missed the first one, fouled the next one and then popped up ht next one. The game was over, just like that. I was really mad. I mean, I went through all that trouble for nothing? What really got me mad was that everyone was happy. No one was mad. They were laughing and commenting each other on how good they played. Ever since that game I realize that it doesn't matter whether you won or lose, all the matter is that you had fun.