Field Of Dreams

By: Mike Klopschinski

Sitting inside, I hear a faint game of whiffle ball outside of my house. As I glance out the window, a warm feeling of relief covers my body because I know that the boring day is going to end and an exciting day is going to begin. I walk out to the road and begin watching the game in progress. I sit on the edge of the road, waiting patiently, waiting for the game to reach its end.

The game ends and I jump to my feet and rush into the group of kids that has just finished theire game. I make sure that I am noticed by asking everyone if I could play. They all agree that I aqm old enough to play. The game starts and my team is on the batting side first. The game continues and the teams switch sides.

In the last inning Kyle is up to bat. He is a good player and steps up to the plate, ready to get a base hit. As my brother throws the pitch towards the plate, a weird sensation comes over my body. I feel like I need to move a couple of feet away from first base, toward second base, which are cheap plastic bases that you can buy from any hardware store.

Kyle makes very good contact with the little whiffle ball. The ball comes whizzing towards me and hits my hands and drops to the ground. I reach for the ball at the same time that I start to run towards the first base. I make sure that I hit the base, even though me and Kyle are within a couple of feet of each other. As I pass the base I feel my body go airborne and land on the hard concrete driveway outside of my house. I look up to see Kyle staring down at me. He looks upset that I have gotten him out. A couple of seconds later I see Kyle go flying onto the ground with my brother directly on top of him, hitting him a couple of times. Kyle eventually escapes my brother's grasp and runs down the street towards his house. My brother and I agree that Kyle would not be coming over anymore for anything.