I'm Branson Wilson. I am an ordinary kid, 11 years old. I play a lot of sports like baseball, soccer, football and basketball. My life is sports. I go to Church every Sunday. My favorite movies are Avatar and Transformers 3. I have a husky named Yukon and 2 golden doodles named Cross and Ruby, a brother named Hudson, two sisters Esther and Basden. Esther is 5 year old hurricane, Basden sweet and sassy, Hudson follows me where ever I go wants to share everything I get, but most of the time he is pretty nice. My favorite band is OneRepublic. I watch Untamed and Uncut on Animal Planet. I have a two story house and share a room with my brother and thankfully have my own bed. I'm on my trampoline constantly and playing baseball every day. I am not on my blog much cause I have so much going on. Well check out some of these stories, you might like them.
Another swing and miss! I gotta hit this one over… swish. Nothing. No hits for the last about 7 or 8 at-bats. You’re probably thinking, “Ouch - no hits for seven at bats in a row.” Yep, ouch.
It was about 4 months ago that I didn’t make contact with the ball at all. When you don’t make contact with the ball for a while you are in a slump. I had been riding in my grandma’s car the day before and we were talking about my “hitting issues.” She said to let God do the work. I thought of a Bible verse about hitting and relying on God. I thought of Psalm 121: “I lift my eyes up to the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from the lord, the maker of heaven and earth.”
Ok, two strikes on me, rely on God and make contact. Ping! Ping is all I needed to hear from that sweet smooth bat. Not swish, not swish. “No stinkin’ way!” I heard from my dug-out as I was passing first base. That is when I knew it was gone. Yep - gone. Over the fence.
Was it me. NO. I think you know who it was.