Everybody has there day

There I was in the ninth inning looking at the scoreboard twelve to four us. This cant be right im quietly thinking to myself. It felt like yesterday I was watching my brother jumping up and down after he won a national championship and here I am getting ready to do the same thing. “ This isn’t real, im dreaming”. First batter of the inning gets up with no worries on his face, like they had this game won. The pitch comes in and he hits a missile to center field, “that’s over his head” I say nervously and wait a minute he caught it.
One out.
Next guy gets up and first pitch comes in and he pops up. “ I got it” mike says.
Two outs.
As I stand at first base shaking a little I start to realize that I am one out away from being a national champion. “Hey two down guys” Brent says before Brady throws the next pitch.
Strike one.
the ump says. Next pitch is a foul back “your right on it” his coach says. Before that third pitch comes in I see all of our coaches and players on the bench rise up. Excitement in their eyes, and they all gather on the front step to get ready to storm the field. Before that pitch comes in I think about how amazing that feeling is going to be, my first DOG PILE. Never in a million years did I ever think of me being in a dog pile. Brady throws the pitch, it was like slow motion. The batter swings and wait a minute, he missed. I didn’t know what happened. I looked around and before I could think there all at the mound screaming at the top of there lugs “WE DID IT”

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Point: good things are worth waiting for