“Go and get him, I believe in you!” his coach yelled. He knew this was his team’s last chance as he walked to the box. This wasn’t just an ordinary box; this was the batter’s box. He had stepped into this box countless times, but it felt different. The whole season had led up to this moment, the team knew that there was no better person to have at the plate. As all his teammates looked up to him as a role model. As I looked on from the crowd, he stepped in with a determined expression, as he always did when there was a serious situation. He had a very determined personality in all that he did. His tall, broad figure gripped the bat. He was wearing his lucky red batting gloves; these were severely worn from practice and games. However, he never got new ones because he loved the faded color of the red. The bases were loaded and they were down by one, this was the final inning.

The pitcher stared into him, he couldn’t help but be distracted by his blonde hair and deep blue eyes. There was something special that was going to happen, you could feel it in the air. The first pitch was hurdled in, it was a curveball breaking out of the zone, foul ball. He looked over to his coach for the signs, but he saw his family in the background cheering him on. His family was there for every game, he really appreciated them being there. He muttered, “You got this,” under his breath, as he stepped in. He held the bat with a tighter grip. As pitch number two sailed up and in, almost nailing him in the shoulder, the crowd went crazy. He kept his mouth shut even though he wanted to give it to the pitcher. He regrouped and got right back into the box. The pitch was delivered, from the moment the pitch left his hand it felt like it was all in slow motion. He swung and it was hit softly hit right above the shortstop’s head. He jumped and it tipped off the edge of his glove. Two runs scored and they had won the championship. One of the kids on the other team yelled at the shortstop, “Dude you stink, way to blow it.” All of the kids nodded in agreement and left the kid standing there. My brother walked over and tried to cheer him up. “Hey, I know you tried your hardest getting to that ball, don’t worry about it.”

“I really did try my hardest,” the boy said almost in tears.

“Don’t worry you’ll get them next time,” my brother replied.

I think I forgot to mention that my brother was the one that hit the ball that trickled off his glove and won the game. I was really proud of my brother Jared. Not only for what he did in the box, but how he thought outside the box.