05.30
In my last post from the ancient dusty folders of my old schoolwork, I mentioned that I had one earlier piece of sports writing to post here. Well, after digging through binders, folders, and other assorted stacks, I finally found what I was looking for: a piece from an English class from my junior year of high school, way back in 1993-1994. Although written on paper – I think it might have been an in-class assignment – I am going to copy it here word for word and possibly error for error.
Topic: For the first time in my life, I knew what fear really meant.
Outline: A baseball story about a rookie who, in his first ever professional at bat, is hitting against the fastest throwing pitcher in the league.
There I was, straight out of high school and into the big leagues. If that wasn’t enough to be terrified about, Joe Wood was pitching. “Smokey” was his nickname because he threw so fast.
So I walked to the plate, trembling in fear. I was terrified. First pitch, POP! “Strike One” yelled the ump. I was so scared, I had goose bumps. Second pitch, BOOM! The ball hit the glove hard. Petrified, I took a breath to calm down. No help. Third pitch, I took a mighty swing and “STRIKE THREE!”. I was out.
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