Hoffman Conquers in Clutch
After several consecutive years of mediocre baseball, my San Diego Padres had once again made it to the National League Championship Series. It had been fifteen years long since the Padres had made it this far in the playoffs. Many people thought that the Padres would be knocked out of the playoff in the first round. Well, my dad and I hadn't. Though living in San Clemente, my dad and I had both grown up in San Diego, and were still partial to our home team. We frequented the games every year making sure the team heard our cries of hope and excitement. Sitting in my sixty-five dollar nosebleed seat, I knew this was no ordinary game. There was so much electricity running threw the seventy thousand fans. People were all talking to strangers as if they had known them since elementary school. Smiles were ear to ear as I glanced around the stadium. The stadium was saturated with the smell of cheap beer and over buttered popcorn. The dark green grass caught my attention on the field. Lines on the grass were so straight that you knew hours had been spent in their preparation. It was about four in the afternoon, making the cloudless deep blue sky seem almost heaven like. The roa
The Atlanta Braves were nervously jogging off the field at the end of the eighth inning. My Padres were leading the Braves 2-1. Going into the bottom of the ninth, I knew that every pitch from this point out could make or break the game, and the series for that matter. For the first time in the game, the enormous crowd was amazingly almost silent, waiting in anticipation. Everyone in the stadium knew what was coming. It was just a matter of seconds until their prayers would be answered. As the first bell chimed, the crowd went into a frenzy. ACDC's song "Hells bells" was blaring over the PA system. As the seventy thousand people screamed at the top of their lungs and made the ground beneath me shake, it was one of those few moments in my life that sent shivers down my spine, not just down to my tailbone, but all the way down to my feet. Trevor Hoffman was confidently walking toward the pitchers mound from deep right field. He was not arrogant in his stride toward the mound, but he did know that he was the best closer in all of baseball. Today he would have that reputation put on the line if he didn't keep his concentration and do what he knew he needed to. Watching the big electronic screen in the outfield, you could see the intense look in those crystal clear blue eyes of Ho
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