Jordan Batting Gloves

As I'm sitting on the chimney of the house of Hayward, I am not alone. There may be 4 twins mine. All yellow and used like me, but I can not help but feel special. Because I know I stand out from others. I am more particular in some respects, and me and most of the talking. I am a softball thrown on the lawn last league match. The strike that Kendra has started for the Old City. The ball that helped the outsiders in the reign undefeated. I will always be kept. I softball.
I remember the day as if it were yesterday. In early August heat is constant, and a slight breeze was constant. If I remember, the lights on the ground were as twilight had its headquarters to watch the championship game. I was still in my plastic package when rival teams were warming up. The team that has caught your attention was the orange team. As a team, they released "championship" vibes. Strong, focused and determined faces caught and thrown other softballs. You could say they were the undefeated team as they won the right to work. No smile, no fun, all the work. I remember hearing the coaches say that their team name was Brewer. Brewer was a team to fear. But his rival had no fear, they had only smiles.
Smiling is the first thing you noticed when you saw the maroon team. On each of their faces, a smile was painted. From a distance, this team reminded me of a family. They joked and laughed. If I remembered right, the maroon team danced their way on the ground. When they reached the ground, the girls were already sweating. I heard they had played in the semi-championships and now they have to play again. There were five girls in particular who was the underdog team in maroon. They seemed manage the team as if they were the team leaders. Kelsey, Tori, Kelsey, Jordan and Kendra. The Five, as I call them, put their team. Launch and commissioning for heating. This was the loser, the team's Old City.
My was quickly removed from my protective plastic and placed on the pitching mound rubber. The dirt around me is soft and welcoming. I looked up to see the dark clouds in the shape, and began to worry. From where I sit, waiting to start the game, I watched two canoes. Brewer's team has all aligned, their coaches tell them how important it was to win. Meanwhile, I checked out the old town team. Maroon jerseys were crammed into a big ball. I could do what the coaches were saying. One coach said he was proud that the team had done before. Another stated that he believed the team was very good. A third coach said to go and do your best. Then, one of five current and added: "Do not forget to have fun. It's a game, and the fact that we did what is far great! Just go there and forget who we play. Do not be afraid of orange shirts they wear. Do not throw a tantrum because his Brewer. So what? We are the old town! Lets go there and have fun! " With this, all the girls threw their hands and shouted the old town. Before long, the game had begun.
It was the first time I met Kendra. She ran towards me and grabbed me firmly. I was locked in his glove. The smell of leather was overwhelming, but being comfortable in his glove was very warm. The next thing I know, Kendra looks and looks at me. "Alright ball. I need your help. We are the underdogs of the genre here, and I want to be victorious." And with that, the game started. In the glove I'm gone. I felt a circular motion, then I was flying through the air. I flew for a minute, but was caught by a metal bat and went sailing in the opposite direction.
Three long later, I found myself tired. The score was 3-0 sad. 3 Brewer, Old Town 0. I had really tried to help Kendra! But the more I struggled, at least I contributed. Kendra is out.