It was a hot spring day and it was tournament time for high school baseball. I was a sophmore, playing in my first varsity baseball tournament game. I can remember the night before, I couldn’t sleep, all I could think about was the big game. When game time had come, we were all pumped and ready to go. The game started out slow until we broke it open in the 5th inning. In the 6th inning we were tied and I was up with two runners on base. It was a curveball that I some how turned on and it hit out of the park, it was the greatest feeling ever. It looked like because of my homerun we were going to win the game for sure. The 7th inning had come and something happened that was tragic. We were up one run when the hit a ball to left field, our left fielder didn’t know where the fence was and ran strait into it. He couldn’t move and had to be wheeled off the field. We were all devastated not only because our teammate was hurt but also because we had lost the game. It was a play in baseball I had never wanted to see ever again.
The play I never wanted to see again struck my eyes once again. The other day I was watching the Reds play against the pirates. I was already kind of frustrated watching them because of how bad they had been doing. When a ball was hit to right center field. Ryan Freel and Norris Hopper both ran after the ball and collided on the warning track. Ryan Freel ended up smacking his head into the wall and was knocked out conscious. He laid there for a good 20 minutes until the ambulance came on the field and took him to the hospital. It was a horrible sight to see and a sight that I had never wanted to see again from high school, but was unfortunate enough to witness another.