It was my first pitch in the majors and I was ecstatic. I have dreamed of this day ever since I was a little kid. The stands were full of screaming fans, and I could not believe that it was actually coming true. When I was a little kid I always thought that there would be a different thought going through my mind than the thought that would be going through my mind right now. I always thought that I would be confident and ready to throw the pitch at the catcher, but right now it felt like I had run into a brick wall. I completely froze up in front of the entire crowd and I could not feel a single bone in my body.
Once I finally got some feeling back in my body I lifted my hand up to my glove where I was holding the ball. I looked around at the stands, there were so many people, I felt like I was going to hurl. I then decided to act as if I was a little kid again throwing baseball with my dad. I pretended like nobody was in the stands, they were just clothes floating in the air, as if somebody was sitting there but they were not. Once I finally got past the fear, and pictured floating clothes in the shape of a person sitting on a bench, I lifted my glove up and took the ball in my hand. I looked down to my catcher, and pictured my dad squatting down just like he would have been when I was little. Then just like I would have when I was little I went through my process of what I would do before my pitch, and I threw the ball. It was a perfect strike. I could not believe that after I got past the nerve of having more than one person looking at me, I could actually throw a perfect strike.
After getting that first pitch over with I could throw a pitch without even thinking about the hundreds if not thousands of people looking at me. All I had to do was picture my dad down behind home plate just like when I was little, and I could throw the ball perfect every time. I never thought that I could actually throw a perfect strike this many times in a row. It felt amazing, it probably beat my past favorite time I could remember which was being in a room full of Yankee Candles. This feeling completely blew that memory out of the water. I mean, being in a room that smelled that good was pretty amazing, but the feeling that I threw a perfect pitch in the majors was beyond amazing.
  I thought that the night could not get any better when I saw my dad sitting in the stands. I could not believe what I was seeing. I never knew he could have been here the entire time, and the fact that he was here made me even more proud of myself than I already was. The memories flooded back as I looked through the photo album of pictures in my head. I honestly never thought that one day I would be pitching in the major leagues, with my dad, the person who taught me to throw a baseball, sitting in the stands watching me. Now all I could think about is when I traveled to different places to play games, would he be there to see me.
As the game went on I continued to pitch what was looking like a perfect game. Every pitch that I threw was a strike, and nobody hit a single ball. The game continued this way until the very end. I could not believe that the very first game that I pitched in the major leagues would have been a perfect game, nobody got on base. After I threw the final pitch and struck the batter out, my entire team ran up to me and carried me off of the field. It was probably the best feeling in my life.
After the game the entire team went out for pizza. My parents were even there. My dad said that he was very proud of me and that his teaching actually paid off. Then my mom came up to talk to me. She said that it was amazing to see me up there pitching. She said, “Shopping is what I call my number one hobby, but seeing you up there pitching was the best thing that has ever happened to me, and seeing you pitch in the future will be the best thing ever.” I could not believe that my very first game in the major leagues would have went this good and I am looking forward to games that will happen in the future.