Personal Narrative: My First Select Game

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The first Select game I ever played we were down 11-8. It was the bottom of the 6th inning, I had just walked and was on first base. There were no outs. I could smell the fresh cut wet grass of San Antonio Texas. I get the signal for a hit and run. The next batter is up, hits a streaming ground ball past the shortstop and through the left field gap and to the wall. I ran, rounding the bag heading to third. I slide in and just beat the center field throw. The next batter up hit a line drive and it carries over the fence. At this point the game is tied the next three batters strike out. The next inning im the third batter up there's two outs and it's a fastball right down the middle. I contemplate my choices and decide to swing my hardest. The

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