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Baseballin' with a Buddy

Playing little league was one of the greatest times of my life. I played little league for four years. My best friend and I played on every regular season team. The final game of our career was unforgettable, there were strikeouts, close calls, and balls hit wildly.

It had been two years of great enjoyment with my best friend, Steven Weldon. We always clowned around in practice, but when the game would start we were nothing short of a dynamic duo when Steven would pitch, and I would play second base. When he wasn’t pitching, I would, and he would play third base. We were the top players in little league, or so we thought.

Our team had made it to districts. Before our team took the field our coach my granddad would give us a talk. He said, “Well men, we’ve come a long way. Today’s the day we’ve all practiced so hard, but I want to have fun with it. Lets treat this like every other game we have won. You’re all winners, win or lose. I want you all to know that I feel privileged to have coached such a fine bunch of men. So lets go out and play this game as hard as you can. What do you say, let’s go have fu


Getting the chance to play with my best friend and playing in districts was everything I had ever wanted then. Having such a great and inspiring coach made me feel proud to have him as our coach. As for my father, I know he was proud, and I was grateful for all the time and effort he had spent with me. I know I will remember my final game, and all the people that made my little league career so great for the rest of my life.

As I ran on to the field I recalled all the practicing I had done, and I knew I owed most of it to my father. As my passion grew more and more I wanted to go practice all of the time. So I would ask my father to practice with me. Even though my father was tired or in the middle of a good TV show, he would practice with me. I remembered my father sitting on an old milk crate while I pitched to him. This made me chuckle a little because I would throw a low wild pitch on accident that would hit him in the legs, but he never got angry with me for hitting him. Steven was pitching a three hitter and I was playing well too. The score kept going back and forth. There were a lot of errors because the fiel

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