Dear Diary,
When I was about 12 or 13 years old I played baseball San Dimas Little League. My team was terrible in the first half and lost every game except one. We practiced harder and crazier than anything or anyone else out there. We came back the second half and went undefeated. We made the championship and we were playing the best team in the league.
Come championship series, it was a “Best of Three” game series. 1st game we got killed, 2nd game we killed them. So it all came down to this one last game. It was a close game throughout the whole thing and by the last inning it was a tie game. Bases loaded, 2 outs and the away team was up to bat. One more out and we get our last at bats and hopefully score and win the championship. Soft ground ball hit to our best player and everyone was already pretty much walking off the field when the ball went right threw the best players legs and two runs scored. We came up, couldn't tie the game and lost the championship. Talk about bad news bears.
When I was about 12 or 13 years old I played baseball San Dimas Little League. My team was terrible in the first half and lost every game except one. We practiced harder and crazier than anything or anyone else out there. We came back the second half and went undefeated. We made the championship and we were playing the best team in the league.
Come championship series, it was a “Best of Three” game series. 1st game we got killed, 2nd game we killed them. So it all came down to this one last game. It was a close game throughout the whole thing and by the last inning it was a tie game. Bases loaded, 2 outs and the away team was up to bat. One more out and we get our last at bats and hopefully score and win the championship. Soft ground ball hit to our best player and everyone was already pretty much walking off the field when the ball went right threw the best players legs and two runs scored. We came up, couldn't tie the game and lost the championship. Talk about bad news bears.