The Big Hit

It was the last baseball game of my Little League Regular season. It was my 12 year old and final year of baseball at Mcintire. I played shortsop, first base, and pitcher. Batting second in the lineup I was one of the best hitters on the team. I wore the number tweleve, and I was the team captain. In the final game of my last regular season as a little leaguer, we were playing Better Living for the regular season Championship. I could smell the fresh cut grass in the air.The dew still on the field. It was game time.

After 4 long innings of Better living dominating, we finally caught up and scored 6 runs in the bottom of the fifth to close the gap to 8-6 . We were pumped and feeling the rush of adrenaline,as we went into the top of the sixth, with a lot of confidence in our defence. It was a one, two, three inning and it was our last chance to get the win. With the game on the line our ninth batter stepped up to the plate. The pitcher stood tall like a tree on the mound looking down on the batter with pure confidence already recording 6 strikouts in the game. A look upon Wilson's face shows me the fear in his eyes, that he won't come up clutch for the team. With two strikes, Wilson looks for the change-up and he gets it on the next pitch. With a big swing of the bat, he hits a hard line shot right over the third basemen's head. The next batter was an eleven year old named Mitchell Parks. He was one of the more dominant players when it came to batting on the team. With a three and zero count I see coach Miller give him the take sign. The next pitch came in, and I hear the umpire call ball four. I was the next batter up, and I was looking foward to facing this Ace. As I walk up to the plate, I feel the grip my bat. Behind me, I hear my teamates and the fans screaming and cheering me on. I look back at coach and he gives me the swing away sign. The next pitch I rip down the right field line. I hear my teammates screaming " Go Go", and "Get out Ball." As everyone watches the ball fly down the line, I see the ball start to curve foul and it does. I look over to my coach to get the signal, and again he gives me the swing away sign. I take a deep breath and start to stare back at the pitcher, saying to my self "Be one with the ball."The next pitch I see was perfect, and I knew that it was the one. I swing as hard as I possibly could and I hear the pop of my bat as I drove the ball to right center. I look up at the ball to see where it was and I check where the fence was to see if it had a chance. With my heart thumping with the suspence, I round first base still watching the ball. I see that the ball lands on the hill behind the fence in right field.It seemed like the hill jumped up to get the ball on its way down. My teamates rush out of the dugout, running towards home.

After rounding first base, I threw my fists up in excitement with the number one showing. I looked out on the hill just one last time as I came around to second base. Looking forward to my coach, he has a big grin on his face and is waiting for me with a big high five as I round third base towards home. My teamates had surrounded the plate and were waiting for me with smiles on their faces. I ran into home with my hands in the air once again, where I was greeted by my screaming and yelling teammates. They started mobing me by, hitting me on the helmet, jumping on me ,and yelling in excitemnet . My coaches came over to congradulate me as well.

As we lined up to shake hands, I see the other team with sadness and devistation on their faces. Once I had shook everyones hand I stop to congradulate the pitcher on his great effort and on his playing ability. After the game, my team went to Martins's Grill to celebrate. To end the game I got the homerun ball and the MVP award for the game. It was always my dream to hit a walkoff homerun, and I had accomplished it at only the age of tweleve.