February 28, 2012
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It was the bottom of the ninth, two outs, man on second. We were down by seven going in to the ninth, and we have scored six runs this inning. I have hit a grand slam already this inning. the announcer says, now up to bat for the Saints, number twenty seven, I center my self and block out all sound. As I walk up to the plate the catcher yells back up. Right when I hear those words I know what I am doing.

Bunt. The pitcher guns it at me as hard as he can, and I tap the ball down the third base line. I can not see it but I know it is good when the sound of the catchers mask crunch on the ground.. As I round first I notice the runner on third a run halfway, to get into a pickle. They see me and fall for my trick. The runner on third easily scores, and as the catcher throws to second it goes over the guy’s head. I feel the wind on me as I cross third. The centerfielder throws a bullet, it is a close play. As the catcher brings his glove around, I clip home with my left hand and beat the glove. I hear the ump yell safe as I throw off my helmet and celebrate.

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