him that he needed to work on his swing and that I could help him with it. He never wanted to come and put extra time into refining his skills. One day I told him that not practicing his swing would hurt him later on in his baseball career.As the season starting winding down, my team was tied for first place with the Winn-Dixie Giants. Our final game was against them. The game started, and soon we fell behind in the game by three runs. When we came to bat, we scored two runs to making the score 3-2. The Giants eventually scored another run. The game was a stale mate until the final inning, inning number 6. I came in to pitch. The first batter I faced was the most powerful hitter in the league. He had already hit eight homeruns. He whacked my first pitch deep to left field; as the leftfielder went back I stood hoping it would not go over the fence. It barely went foul. The next pitch was a groundball right at Wes. Wes bobbled it at first, but then he picked it up and fired it to first to get him out. The next two batters I struck out easily. The bottom of inning came, and before we entered the dugout; my coach gathered us around him and said, Ok, guys this is our chance to win the first place trophy. Lets get out there and concentrate on winning this game. Everyone put your hands in and yell Braves on three. Everybody said, One, Two, Three, Braves!Our first two batters got on base. The next batter struck out. Right before Wes went up to bat, I told him to concentrate, and keep his eye on the ball. As he steps in the batters box, the opposing coach decides to make a pitching change. He brings in the best pitcher in the league. While the pitcher is warming up, our coach tells Wes to be careful and not go for the homerun and just try to make contact. He tells him, Yes, sir. I know what to do.As he stepped into the batters box and gets ready to hit the ball. The first pitch he receives he swings as hard as he can ...
