Authors Note: This is a structure essay from a fan to the short story baseball player “Casey at the Bat.”
Dear Casey,
I’ve been to all your games, and I have to say you’re a really good player, but that last strike was the worst. You got way ahead of yourself and it wasn’t the best choice you’ve made. You could’ve actually attempted to swing the bat. You didn’t even try like you said, “It’s not your style” well then maybe baseballs not the best career for you.
You were losing 0-4, and it was the last inning, you had to at least get one hit, right? But no, when you went to bat, we all stood up in hope. Why’d you have to disappoint us? Anyways, when you walked up to bat, it was a rising action, some excitement for the team. The biggest climax, the most exciting part of the game…well, I admit, you were our last hope for any points in the game. When you missed your first pitch and got one strike, we thought there was no hope.
The crowd died down in a falling action, as you missed your second pitch , as we all lost more hope. The resolution, the ending, when we knew we were done, was when you missed your last pitch, Strike three, you’re out. We knew that was it, we were done, Such a tragedy huh? That’s why, Casey, I say you actually try for your team, or get out of baseball.
Thank You
Sincerely,
Bri Dettlaff
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