I’m bored I never get chosen to play. My team and my coach are nice to me but I am the one who always sits on the bench waiting to be chosen. My team are out fielding but as always, I just sit and wait. I feel so alone.
All of a sudden our player on first base gets hit on the head by a flying ball and is knocked out. We need an extra fielder. I watch as the team look at each other, they are crushed. I hear one of my teammates ask the coach “Do we lose the game because we’re a player short?” Can no one see me? Am am I invisible? I watch as the coach looks around desperately. He spots me! I can’t tell if the look on his face is one of disappointment or frustration. He walks over and hands me a glove “Good luck and try your best,” he says.
I put on my glove and hop towards third base. I can feel the people in the crowd staring at me. The 10 hops to third base feels like a million. I feel shock, fear and joy that I am actually playing. I stand near the base and I feel like the whole park is as silent as ants. I get into position. The ref yells “PLAY BALL.” The pitcher throws the ball and the batter hits the ball, it goes as high as a building. The other team’s players start moving to the bases, my teammate catches the ball - one player out! He then throws the ball to me. I hold my breath and put my hand out in front of me. The crowd gasps. I look down and open my glove I hear the roars of the crowd and realise that I have caught the ball with my only hand.
We win the game. My team rush over to me and lift me up in celebration. After the game we get delicious doughnuts and lollies. The team can’t believe that I won the game, I can’t believe it either. I have always been on the team but now I really feel like I’m part of the team.
Now I don’t sit on the beach watching my teammates play. Now I get to play every Saturday with my team.
Baseball makes my life full of excitement, fun and friendship.