mo115+rockwell



No Way

There is no way we can win this game. We are down by ten points. It is already in the fifth inning. We might as well give up. In the crowd, everyone hates us. It doesn't help that it is an away game.

At the end of the 5th inning, our coach is pacing up and down in the dugout,waving his arms and yelling in everyone's faces. "I've seen you guys play better than this! It's the top of the lineup, so let's get some runs! And none of you other guys sit down! You haven't played hard enough to be tired."

Joe is the lead off hitter. On the first pitch, he hammers the ball into the outfield and gets a single. Chris gets a double. Dave hits third and sends a rocket into the stands. Three runners come home and we finally have points on the board. As players came back to the dugout, we congratulated them and high-fived them.

It is now 3-10 and we're back in the field now. Two high shots soared to the outfield, but we caught them. Our pitcher strikes out their best hitter with a knuckle ball and now it's our turn to bat. Our sixth hitter steps up and pounds a home run. The next two batters get singles. Jim struck out.

Omir steps up to the plate for the top of the order. We hear the ball hitting the bat and watch it fly in to the stands. The crowd boos and throws beer cups onto the field. It's a three run homer and the fans know the lead is disappearing. The score's now 6-10, and our team is feeling more confident.

It is the bottom of the seventh inning. The Tigers come up to bat but only get one run. We just get to the fourth batter of the lineup. The pitcher beams the number four hitter in the leg, so he takes a base. Bradly makes a line drive and gets a single. Jim also gets a single. With three men on we are on our seventh hitter. He lets the first pitch go by. On the second he swings but he misses. The last pitch is perfect. Omir hits it over the wall. It is a grand slam which makes the score 9-11. It is our turn still we got two more runs in. The score is all tied up, 11-11.

Our turn comes at the top of the 9th inning with the score tied up. The bottom of the line up is batting. Timmy, the worst batter, is up with two outs. He swings, makes contact with the ball, then releases the bat. Timmy watches the ball fly over the fielder's head into the stands. It is a miracle! The coach stands with his mouth open wide, eyes bulging, frozen in place. He is speechless. If we hold the other team to no runs, we have just won the World Series.