blogger # 2

        It was the 7^th inning. We were up 7-6. We made a big come back last inning. The crowd was going crazy yelling Compton!!!! Compton!!!! I was tired. My jersey was wet full of sweat and dirt. I was still trying to catch my breath, but every time I took a deep breath, I could smell hot dogs cooking and wet grass. We’re two outs from winning the game. I could remember this like it was just yesterday. I heard the crack of the bat, it was a shot to center field I looked up and took off running. I gave everything I got left in my legs to track the ball to the wall. I jumped full speed into the wall, and I heard a big pop right when I hit the wall. Then I felt a sharp pain in my arm like someone ripped it off. But all I could think of if I made the catch. I looked in my glove and the ball was there. The pain was too much so I just fell on the floor I knew right then and there that my life was about to change.