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The guy at the plate strikes out and I’m on deck. This is the biggest game of the year; we are tied in the championship game. One home run will win it all. I walk up to the plate, the first pitch is thrown, strike one. Now I’m thinking to myself I see what he is trying to do, he is throwing heat. So I move back in the batter’s box, choke up on the bat, and CRACK! It’s going, its going, GONE! Walk off homer to win the championship. The crowd goes wild. The guy who owns the Escalade is going to need his check book because I just shattered his wind shield. Now I’m trotting the bases. The crowd is going bananas and my teammates are waiting to give me a Gatorade bath. So I trot a little bit faster, I step on home plate, and now I’m soaked with red Gatorade. Then they pick me up and they carry me to my car.



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