joy practicing. He thought he could succeed without practicing. Our new coach was laidback at practice. This made Wes especially happy. Coach did not make the team practice hard; we just had to catch fly balls, ground balls, and practice hitting. I batted third after We. My team, the Price Drug Braves, started the season hot; we won our first five games.Wes and I were a great duo. I had the highest batting average for our age group, and he had the second highest. Wes had five homeruns to my two. As the season progressed, we cooled down. Everyday, when I had a chance my dad and I would practice in the batting cages. I would call Wes and ask him if he wanted to come with us and he would tell me that he was busy playing Super Nintendo and Sega Genesis. I would try to tell 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...
