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Personal Narrative: The All-American Tournament

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“Tweet Tweet,” screamed the birds as the sun smacked Tyler and me in the face with its Florida heat hotter than jalapenos.
“What a great day to be outside and playing America’s number pastime,” said Tyler as he was walking to the batting cages where the coach had ordered us to meet up before the first game. Mark and I were very excited because this was the All-American tournament. The All-American tournament is the one tournament where the top ten players out of Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, Alabama, and Louisiana meet up and play each other in Myrtle Beach. Tyler and I were the only ones chosen in the Middle Georgia area. “Indeed,” I replied trying to sound confident, but on the inside, I was more nervous than a batter who has bases loaded, two outs, the bottom of the ninth inning, and in the World Series. As I walked into the baseball facility I saw college scouts from UGA, LSU, and TCU. If I could show out in front of these scouts, they could start looking at me and offered me scholarships later in high-school. “Ben and Tyler, over here,” yelled the coach with his voice as deep as Shakeil O'Neal on steroids.
As I walked over to them, I said a prayer in my head. “Dear God, this is my one shot. Please help me be able to stay calm, cool, and collected,” I thought. All of a sudden, I …show more content…

When I started watching the game, Louisiana was winning four to three in the bottom of the last inning with one out. The first batter that I saw hit for Alabama hit the ball to the shortstop, and the shortstop threw him out at first. Now there were two outs, and if Louisiana could get the next batter out then they would play us in the championship. The first pitch was a foul ball. Now the pitcher had one strike on the batter. The next pitch was a strike right down the middle. With two strikes on the batter, Louisiana decided to pitch a fastball right down the

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