I waited in the dugout and waited and waited and waited. It felt like a 1,000 years before my next turn up to bat. I could already see the lace of the ball being ripped by my bat. I could once more smell the adrenaline running through all of my body. I was in the field and someone hit it straight to me and I got the ball and threw it to first base and we got the runner out. The next time another person hit it to me, but it got past me. I made a fist because I let the ball get past and he got to first. I felt like I wasn’t doing anything on the team to win. My coach once told me that it is not about being better than the other team, it’s about being better than yourself. I got confidence back when the next person the next person hit a pop up to me and I caught it. That was the third out, so we came back in. There was still a couple people ahead of me before I got to hit again, but then they flew by fast. I was already up to bat and I was ready. I got to the batter’s box and I swung at the first pitch and I jacked it. It rolled to the outfield I ran to first and my adrenaline went through seven roofs when I was running to second. I was running home and I slid and I was safe for the winning run. The best part was
