Grand Slam

Slam! I shut the refrigerator. I was making myself a cheese sandwich for my semi-final baseball game. I grabbed my itouch and hopped into the car with my mom, dad, and brother Billy. It was a 6:00pm game in New Haven, CT. It was a very cold night. It was 54 degrees outside. I always eat a cheese sandwich before each game. We were playing the undefeated Technique Tigers from Bridgeport,CT. They were throwing their ace pitcher Matt Vazano.
Crack! I was taking my warm-up swings and I was on fire tonight. I am starting in left field and batting 3rd. We were throwing our best pitcher TJ Lanza. It was just about game time. Play Ball! Yelled the umpire. We have four umpires for the semi-final game. We were the home team. So we were in the field first and it was a quick three strikeouts to start the game. TJ had his best stuff.
There were two outs and I stepped up to bat. I struck out on three straight fast balls. The next inning had gotten worse. I made two errors in the field. Now I was really mad. I didn’t bat again until the bottom of the fourth. That didn’t matter though because I struck out again. I was mad and sad on my way back to the dugout. I slammed my helmet on the ground, and part of it cracked.
I walked out to the field for the start of the fifth. We were losing 6-0. I knew I had to do something but didn’t know what. That didn’t help because I made three more errors. I am just sad that I’m playing terribly and I am not helping my team. My Coach pulled me aside and said keep your head up kid. So I stepped to the plate, we were catching up to them. It was 6-4 we were still losing though. The bases were loaded and I was ready to do something good for my team. I cranked a double off the fence on the first pitch thrown. I brought in three runs and gave my team the lead. I would score that inning as well. I was so excited I finally did something good. I smiled and sprinted out onto the field to start the sixth inning.
Though the top of the sixth didn’t turn out well, we went into the inning winning 8-6. After the long inning was over it was 10-8 and the bottom of the sixth was our final chance to win. The first two batters struck out. Then the next two got on. Our number two batter was up and he walked on four pitches. Now the bases are loaded two outs bottom of the last inning. I stepped into the box. I was so nervous I was shaking. The first pitch was a ball. So they called in a new pitcher and he was better than the first pitcher. It was Jordan Vazano. He threw as hard as a bullet fired out of a gun. My coach said to me, go up there and try your best. The next pitch was straight heat for a strike. Then a ball followed. The count was in my favor 2-1. The next pitch was well over my head. I thought it was ball three. It wasn`t though. The umpire called it for strike two. I was so mad at that call. My coach was too. My coach got into the umps face and started yelling at him. That wasn’t too smart because my coach got ejected from the game and the one after that. Now I was really mad and I had to do something. So the next pitch was right down the middle and I took the biggest and hardest swing I ever took. DING! The ball jumped off of my bat. It went soaring into the streets for a walk-off grand slam! I was so happy I was jumping up and down as I rounded the bases. I couldn’t stop smiling. My teammates crowded home plate. They jumped on me and hugged me. We had won and I made it happen. The final score was 12-10.
I was so happy after the game I was speechless. I couldn’t stop smiling. My mom made the best dinner that night for the big win. I was ecstatic. My team lost in the championship to Team Mattingly 10-0. Now I will always remember my first home run.