It was just this past summer. It was hot and sunny every
single day of summer. I was playing baseball for two different summer leagues
and I was enjoying every minute of it. It was kind of weird playing on one of
the teams because I play for Oxnard College and almost every single on the team
was playing for Ventura College. I got on the team because of good friend of
mine is the pitching coach for Ventura College and he was the head coach for
this summer league team. At first it seemed awkward playing with guys that I
was going to be playing against in the follow spring, but I got to know all of
them really well and they were all pretty cool and funny guys. I enjoyed the
whole summer playing with them and the most memorable game was the last one.
Our home field was in the back of RDV middle school. The field was pretty
decent, but compared to what it used to look like it was amazing. So it was the
last game of the summer league and we were playing a double header. Our first
game was at 9 in the morning. My dad and mom were watching both of my games. My
dad filmed every one of my games so that I could watch my hitting mechanics and
fix them. The first game I got two base hits and I got out my last at bat. The
second game started around 12:30 in the afternoon. I started off the game with
a homerun my first at bat. My next at bat the bases were loaded and I hit a
grand slam. My last at bat I got walked. I never try to hit home runs, but when
I do I love the feeling jogging around the bases. It’s an amazing feeing. The
only part that I hate telling is that my dad didn’t record my last game because
the battery died. It would have been nice to show everyone and later on in life
look back at it.
