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Posted December 11, 2007
Baseball Saved Us, A make you want to read it review
Standing there in the hot desert, my dad and I inside a fenced off area with nothing to do, my was thinking of something for me and him to do together while we¿re here. My dad thought that we could build a baseball field because he know¿s that I enjoy playing baseball so we could build a baseball field and then play baseball with all of the other kids in this place.my dad and I grabbed some shovels and started to dig the sagebrush up off then field area. After a while a couple other kids and parennts started to dig to in an hour or so almost everybody pitched in and since so much people were helping so tall the people split up into groups. Some parents took there bed sheets and started to make the uniforms, most of the adults were building the bleachers with some wood they found, and the rest kept on helping dig up the field and putting the bases in the ground. Finally they were done with the field, the paernts were done with the bleachers, and the rest were done with the uniforms. We were now ready to pick teams and start the season. The people here were acually my hieght andthey didn¿t make fun of me for being bad at baseball. We did good in the regular season. We were in the game game to decide the teams that played in the championship game. It¿s the begginig of the game, in the 9th inning the opposing team had the lead. They had scored 3 runs. They had the lead because we had only scored 2 runs. We were up to bat and I was up. There was a guy on 2nd base. The crowd was screaming at me that I was bad so I would be an easy out. I was almost scared enough to fake sick and let somebody else come up to bat so that we would have a better chance to win. I didn¿t fake sick because I thuoght people would make fun of me for being a chicken. The pitcher was ready to pitch. I stepped up to the plate and got set. The pitcher winded up and threw the ball, I swung and I missed. The pitcher winded up and threw the ball, I swung and I missed. The pitcher was very confident that I would strike out because one more stike and I was out. The crowd was so loud I couldn¿t here my own teamates screaming to cheer me on. The pitcher winded up he threw the ball,the ball was coming I waited and swung as hard as I could ¿. Did he hit it or not read the book to find out.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.