It was the third game of the season and I thought it would be like any other.
3
Yankees
Walden Little League
2
A's
That's when I heard something that scared me more than the fastest fastball and something that would embarrass me more than missing the easiest catch.
Coach
As I ran into the dugout from warm-ups I heard a thundering sound that came from the crowd, it said, "THERE'S MY GRANDDAUGHTER!" Grandma is at the game!
As I sank deeper into the dugout I said, "please don't say my name!"
This book is dedicated to the one and only Grandma Jean, whose larger than life personality, and booming loud voice, may have fueled the inspiration for this story- just a little. Written by a 6th grade Bridgette (and Dad) and inspired by Nicole's Tee-Ball, "Homerun." This book exemplifies Grandma's love for her family and baseball. May this memory live on forever.
We were the visiting team so got up first and since I was batting third, I knew I'd be up in the first inning. Grandma would see me bat in front of all of my friends!
Genevieve Pecoraro March 23, 1929- April 3, 2015 "And when we're gone, these memories will bring grateful, loving tears, to all whose lives were touched, by the dash between our years."
As Michelle leadoff the inning I tried to peak into the crowd to see where Grandma was standing. Hopefully she would get a soda and not see me bat.
Michelle singled and Krissy walked. Finally it was my turn. As I walked to the plate there was no stopping her. All you could hear throughout the ballpark was the echoing sound of, "My Granddaughter is up!"
I was so embarrassed I knew I had to do something great otherwise, I would get teased forever. Then I heard her voice say, "hit that ball!"
I did, as hard as I could. It sailed farther than it ever did before. I hit my first homerun ever!
I could still hear my grandma cheering me on and it made me feel great. Her rooting for me made me try harder.
At the end of the game I hugged her and asked, "When could you come and see me again?"