, 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 and he missed badly. The next pitch he swings wildly again and pops the ball up in the air. The catcher flips his mask and yells, I got it. Wes slams the bat angrily into the ground. Right before I step in the box, I look into the dugout and see Wes sitting on the bench with his hands over his face crying. I knew I had to try to win the game. The first pitch that the pitcher threw almost hit me, which that made me really mad. The next pitch I hit a foul ball in the bleachers. On the third pitch, I hit a line drive down the third base line. The two runners on base in front of me score. As I am rounding second base, I see my coach telling me not to go to third, but it was too late. I was in full stride and I knew I could make it. When the cloud of dust disappeared, I saw the umpire waving that I had made it safely. I stood and up and thrust my hand into the air. The next batter loops a fly ball between the centerfielder and second baseman. When I scored, I knew we had won, because the team ran on to the field. The whole team except Wes; he was still sulking on the bench.Ever since that summer day, Wes has been diligent in practicing fundamentals. ...
