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The Game That Leads to the World Series



Adam have always dreamed about joining the Chicago White Sox. Ever since he was one, Robert has played catch with his dad. Once he was five, he pitched and was actually very good. His arm swung back and threw a fast ball.

"Home run, bud!" his dad would say, even if it didn't even go past the fence.

Adam would run all the bases. He got faster and faster.

Seven years later, Adam ran a mile in school. He was three minutes ahead of the person behind him. His gym teachers jaw dropped, while he sprinted past them. Finishing with a seven minute mile, Adam wasn't even tired. He waited and waited for the next person to finish.

Together they cheered on everybody. "C'mon Sarah. Lets go Jackie. You got this Alex!"

After the mile, Adam's gym teacher pulled him aside. He said that an opening is available for the track team, which is for grades seven and eight. But, Adam was only in second grade.

"I think I'll stick to baseball." said Adam out of breath.

"Okay." huffed the gym teacher.

Five years passed. Adam was walking to school and a paper hit him the face like a fast ball into the catcher's glove. He took the paper off his face, and threw it on the ground. Then, continued walking. Another piece of paper came and hit him in the stomach. Starting to get raged, he ripped up the paper and stepped on it. Adam walked about a block, and another paper came but flew into his hand. Adam took the paper and got frustrated. About to rip the paper, Adam starts crying. His finger was as red as a strawberry. A thin slit was in his finger. He got a paper cut.

"I give up." Adam said about to tear up.

The paper stated, Opening for the Chicago White Sox. All ages welcome to try out. Tuesday, October 14.

"How am I supposed to go to tryout for baseball on a school night?" thought Adam, "I have to sneak out."

He came home from school that day, grabbed his mitt and glove, and headed out. His dad questioned him, and Adam told his dad where he was going.

"Would you like me to drive you?" asked Adam's dad excited.

"Yes", said Adam in a flat tone.

At tryouts Adam impressed all the coaches. He sprinted to all bases. Hit all home runs. At age thirteen, Adam made it onto a major League Baseball team.

One week later was the first game. Adam was put at first base while others were settled on the bench. They were all jealous. All the parents were screaming names at him, some that he didn't even understand because his dad wouldn't let him use those words. They screamed at him so much that he slouched off the field in the middle of the third inning. The other team started cheering once he left, and he was upset. The coach gave him a quick pep talk, and he went back out.

The game ended. The White Sox won. The score was 19:3. The game sent them to the World Series.