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My Favorite Memory

January 14, 2014
By Joe123 BRONZE, Marlborough, Massachusetts
Joe123 BRONZE, Marlborough, Massachusetts
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One of my favorite memories was playing baseball. Out of all the seasons I played, my favorite season was the one when we won the championship. That year, we had lost the first game in the playoffs, 21-7. Everyone walked out of the dugout slowly with angry and upset looks on their faces.

I looked at the scoreboard and said, “How?”

Despite this horrible blowout, my team fought through the loser’s bracket, just barely winning some games, and made it to the championship. It was more difficult for us because we had to beat the other team twice. We walked onto the field on a cloudy evening, wanting to win, but not expecting to. Even though this seemed impossible, at the end of the first game the scoreboard showed 6-5. Right after, we played the second game and immediately fell behind 6-0. Suddenly, in the third inning, we scored five runs and it was a one run game.

I shouted, “Yes!”, and rapidly my team went from being exhausted to excited once again.

Then in the fourth inning, we scored and tied it up. When the tying run scored, no one could believe it. Everyone was shouting and cheering. We had overcome everything, and now had a chance at winning the championship! From that point on, we kept scoring and couldn’t stop.

I got up to the plate, relaxed, and crushed the ball to center field and started waving my arms yelling, “Go, go, go!”, but unfortunately, the ball landed on the dull, grey gravel that was the warning track.

However, everyone still had huge smiles on their faces, and when I scored, my teammates congratulated me like I had hit one. Later, when the game ended, we ran out onto the field jumping and yelling because we had not only won the championship, we had gotten revenge on the team that had beaten us so horrifically before. Once we were finished celebrating, our coach handed out our trophies and the crowd clapped loudly.

My coach said, “I have never been so proud of a team. This team battled and battled after losing the first game, they just refused to lose.” After that, we went home and that was the conclusion to my favorite season.



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