It was a late afternoon. I was in my car and waiting to get to the field for my first baseball game that I was going to be in. First, I was excited but then suddenly all of these bad thoughts started to roll through my head like, “What if my teammates are not nice to me.” or “What if it’s my entire fault that we lose.” But finally we got to the field. We were the first ones there. I saw my coach and my mom said hi so I said, "H,i my name is Brandon." He seemed really nice. After about five minutes my teammates started to come, and we all got on to the field to start batting practice. After about an hour of that we all started to practice our fielding. After practicing for two hours we all got ready and the umpire said, “PLAY BALL!” The first batter looked big and strong and looked like he could hit a home run in a second. I was ready to pitch. The crowd was roaring. I winded up and “STRIKE!” the umpire said. I tried to do the same thing as I did on my last pitch but the ump said, "ball." I pitched another, and it was a strike! I put my hands on the top of the ball so I could throw a sinker and the ump said, "STRIKE THREE!" The crowd was cheering and roaring. But the happiest person was me.