Last Swing

He came up to bat the crowd booing in the background. It was his first year in The Show and he hadn't done well all year. There where whispers all around the club house that he would be moved down to triple A. He tried to ignore the yells and the boos as he swung and missed for the first strike. 1

Anger burned inside him but it wasn't towards the fans it was towards himself. How could he allow himself to mess this up. It was what he wanted his whole life. It was always just out of reach and now that he grasped it he learned the hard way that it was as slippery as soap. Another swing another miss, two strikes, two outs,the 9th inning, the bases-loaded, one point behind, and he was about to ruin the game once again. 2

The pitchers face looked smug one more strike and the save was his. The batters muscles tightened around the bat as the enemy got ready on the mound to finish him off. He poured all of his anger in to his swing as the ball crossed the plate. A beautifull sound filled his ears contact. 3

The crowd roared as the ball seemed to fly. When the ball finaly came down it was the property of a happy child. The rookie didn't look once to where he hit the ball as he rounded the bases. He was afraid if he did look he would jinks it. 4

It wasn't untill he crossed home plate when he finnaly looked up. Standing right in front of him was the captian his face unreadable. His heart leaped this was the same captian who yelled at him every day for his slump, what good could he posibly say?5

A smile appeared at of no where on the grumpy captians face when he saw the look of fear on the kid. "It looks like the rookie saved the day." He said happily leading him in to the dug out where he was imbraced with hugs from his team mates.6

He knew that at that moment that that grand slam would be one he would remember for the rest of his life.