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Hitting a home run is a feeling of greatness. I love the game of baseball and I have been playing since the first time a through ball at age 4. There is something about sliding in dirt, getting grass stains on your jersey, eating sunflower seeds, warming up in the bullpen, and just simply playing baseball that provides a feeling like none other. When I play the Baseball I always find a way to feel relaxed, excited, nervous, and most of all, happy. I am fortunate in saying that I have experienced many great moments when I have played baseball. There have been many times when I have done great things, and I’ve also done bad things. All in all, when think back to all the great moments that I’ve had while playing baseball, one particular experience stands out as the greatest. It was a Friday evening, around 8 o’clock, as the lights shone down on Lions field when I made the most important play of my life. It was the championship game, Orioles vs. the Cubs, one of the biggest rivalries little league will ever see. My team was the Orioles, and we had lost to the Cubs twice that season, both games decided by one mere run. Both teams could have been described as dynasties, both having won the championship twice in the last four years. The Cubs were by far the more talented team, consisting of many large, muscular, and fast players. In particular, the Cubs had a player named Sasha Hoban, a six foot four superstar that could pitch 73 miles per hour and hit a baseball 350 feet. Sasha Hoban was the starting pitcher that night, but looking back, that didn’t make a difference. The game started fast with Sasha striking out the first three batters on my team. Then, Sasha came up to bat, with two runners on base, and hit a 300 foot home run to make the score: Cubs 3 - Orioles 0. Fortunately, our pitcher wasn’t rattled, as he struck out the next three batters to send us back to the dugout. The second inning started, and I came up to bat. The first pitch Shasha through was a 70 mile an hour fastball, that connected with the outside corner. The umpire yelled: “Strike one!” and I returned back to the batters box and took the second pitch, a curve ball right on the outside corner for another strike. I stepped out of the box, and nervously looked at my coach. He looked at me, clapped his hands, and yelled: “Come on! You got this…this kid doesn’t have anything you haven’t seen before!” I returned to the batters box and took the pitch for a ball outside. On the next pitch, Sasha threw the ball inside and I connected with it for a double into the gap. Unfortunately, we did not score, and I watched three of the batters behind me strikeout. The game continued for another five innings and we entered the bottom of the sixth inning (the lat inning) with the cubs still up 3 to 0. Our first two batters both were struck out by Sasha, leaving our team with only one more out before loosing the championship. Rising to the occasion, our next three batters all got on base, leaving me with two outs, the bases loaded, and the championship in my hands. I slowly walked towards the plate, dug my foot into the dirt, and stared at Sasha. He settled on his pitch, and with all of his mite, he through the ball. It was a 75 mile an hour fastball, right down the middle of the plate, my sweet spot. I saw the pitch, and with all of the strength I could muster, I swung. “Crack!” the ball exploded off of my bat and I began to run toward first base. Suddenly, everyone started cheering, but I had no intentions to look over at my dugout and I just kept running. When I got to second base, I realized that I had just one a championship. I had scanned the field left and right, but I could not find the ball anywhere. Everything was a blur, but then it all came flooding in. My teammates were all surrounding home plate, jumping up and down and screaming their heads off. I thought to myself, “Wow, you just hit a grand slam against Sasha Hoban, holy crap!” That day was probably one of the greatest days of my life, and I will never forget the class Sasha Hoban showed by coming over to me after the game and saying, “Damn, that was a nice hit! Congrats man, you are champion, and now you can go celebrate.” Hitting a grand slam is so cool!
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Hi! I’m Sam Breault! I’m 15 and I attend the Fenn school.