The Best Game Ever Made

It was the beginning of February of my senior year in high school. I had been conditioning for months leading up to tryouts for the baseball team so I was in the best shape of my life and I was confident. The past three years before that I was put on the JV team because the coaches didn’t like my “attitude”, so my senior year I was determined to get a starting spot on the varsity team no matter what. During tryouts the coaches would always look at me like I didn’t belong and would whisper things amongst themselves just quiet enough so I couldn’t hear. I knew I would have to work harder than anyone trying out to make the team and that is exactly what I did. I got my spot on the team. Workouts for varsity baseball at London High School were some of the hardest things I had ever done but I knew that it would be worth it once the season rolled around. We ran, lifted, ran, ran and then we ran. It was exhausting but rewarding. Towards the end of our offseason workouts the team started to throw inside the gym so our arms would be ready once it got warm enough to go outside. Two weeks of that and everybody on the team were worn thin with each other, the game and the coaches. It finally got warm enough to go outside and I was ready to show my coaches that I had what it took to start for the London Red Raiders. They put me in left field because they knew I could catch very well. It didn’t start out too well for me the first couple of practices but once I got my throws down I felt like there was nothing that could stop me. I was fighting for a starting spot with a junior who did not deserve to be playing on a varsity field. I knew then that all I had to do was keep the mistakes to a minimum and the starting spot would be mine. I was right. I earned my starting spot and played well through the first fifteen games of the season but the worst thing that could’ve happened to me, happened. It was game fifteen against Westland and we were up 4-0. A ball was hit to down