" You’re out!" yelled the referee.

" Let’s go out there and play ball!" yelled my dad.

I read the fuzzy, dusty line up, my mouth tasted like sour lemons because I couldn’t find my name on the line up paper. My name was so tiny, I barely could make it out, and I was short stop.

POW, the other team blasted one right to me. My heart was beating very fast. I couldn’t see the ball because the sun was blinding me. Then the clean ball clattered out of the sky like hail as big as a softball .

As I look back up to find the ball. I thought angels were coming to get me! I guess this must be like the movie Angels in the Outfield.

I raised my dirty white mitt and, thud, the ball came right to my mitt. I was so happy. The next two outs were easy, one at first and the other on third.

Now, its our turn to bat. If you ever played softball you would know that your coach pitches to you. I was up first, the other team moved to the infield because that time the ball didn’t go very far. So, they thought that I couldn’t hit the ball.

I swung and POW, the ball went past the last player, and I ran all the way to third. I thought it was going to be a home run. I thought this is my moment to shine, in front of all of fans and the other team. The other team was very surprise that the ball went that far! My dad,(my coach) was very excited that I hit the ball so far!

We won that game 8(us), and 4(the other team). I’m so, so happy that we won the game. I will always remember when I caught the ball. Also, I will always remember how I hit the ball past the outfielder on the other team.