You are a sportsman,then Cherish your memories

I was about ten or eleven years old, and I was playing little league upper minor baseball. Our team was down by about eleven runs (I know, huh!) and it was the in the final inning, and no, I am not kidding. Somehow we started pulling together in that last inning and ended up scoring about 18 that one inning with already 1 out when the rally began. It was one the most beautiful things I've ever witnessed and let alone was a part of, especially when I saw the players that never did that good do an amazing job at the plate and on the bases coming home. I remember one kid, forgot his name, but his father came down from way out of town to see him play, the only time he was ever able to (divorce sucks) and he scored about three times and hit that first triple to start the rally, I think he cried that day. Beautiful, glorious day, and only our second win of the season! ^.^