The Dream

The glory, the lights as I stand up to the plate. Two outs bases loaded on a clear less night sky the score 5-4 in the grand championship game. Laser focused as the pitcher releases the pitch and STRIKE. The crowd is holding in their breath, as I feel the cold sweat dripping from my arms, onto my back. It freezes onto my skin like goosebumps in every way. Now I prepare for the next one, as the last pitch clocked in at 100 mph. Here it comes

BZZT, BZZT

What is that noise in my bedroom I am left thinking

BZZT, Wake up to a new day, a new day!

BZZ…

I threw the alarm clock to the floor and it got smashed to bits.

God I hate alarms and what their purpose is thinking to myself. Who made such an invention and thought it was a good idea.

I wake up to see Babe Ruth on the poster in front of me with a classic grin of his and his New York Yankee uniform, besides him is Joe DiMaggio with his hat tilted downwards and the smile from all the interviews he gave. The idols that I watched over and over again; hoping one day I could be them. Be a part of the New York Yankees what a dream that would be! Here I am fantasizing on the prospect of it and being an all star for them. It was always my dream growing up ever since I was a kid and my dad put them on tv to watch them. I got up opened the blinds and was practically a vampire covering my eyes with the sunshine hitting my face. Now I understand Count Dracula and his coffin. It was like he was allergic to it. Getting dressed I think of Dracula having a sneeze fest and laugh. Now from where I am from is Brooklyn, New York City, where my family grew up and how my grandparents were part of the famous Ellis island. My grandad is from England, you can tell from his British accent and as for my grandma from Jamaica (good ol Bob Marley). They met while grandma was studying abroad in England. That is why my name is Jamal Winston James because they argued whether I should have a Jamaican or an English name. As for my parents my mother died from breast cancer when I was young, my dad doesn't like to talk about her too much but says that she was an incredible woman with a great heart. Talking about my father he was the one who brought me into baseball as a kid and it was his comfort sport growing up through grandad. Ever since he immigrated to the United States as well grandma he fell in love with the good ol American classic. As for me I became fascinated with the tactics and the roars of the crowds when a person hits a homer to win the game. You also can't beat a good loaded hot dog with all the condiments in the world. That's where it started for me and where my dream to become a famous baseball player began with a good swing of the bat and the cheer of the Yankees fan going wild every game.