It had been four years of great enjoyment with my best friend, Jared Nepa. We always clowned around in practice, but when the game would start we had a high intensity. Jared would pitch, and I would play catcher. When he wasn't pitching he would play third base. We were the top players in little league, or so we thought.

Our team, the Cardinal's, had made it to the championship. Before our team took the field our coach Fred Mouse gave us a talk. He said, "

Jared was pitching a three-hitter and I was playing well too. The score kept going back and forth. There were a lot of errors because the field was all dirt and felt like concrete, the ball was taking bounces I had never seen before. The final inning came around and we were down by one run with two outs when I came to bat. There was no one on base and the pitcher had two strikes on me. The next pitch seemed like it took forever. The pitcher pitched the ball right down the middle of the plate. I waited on the ball and hit a screaming line drive into left-center for a stand up double. Then Jared came up and hit the first pitch for a two-run homerun for us to take the lead by one. The next batter grounded out to end the inning, but the damage had already been done. We w

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