A Simple Baseball Life

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Submitted: October 30, 2016

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Submitted: October 30, 2016



This hit is all it takes the game of the season. Michael had to get one more homerun for the Boston Bulldogs to go to the Junior World Series. He bravely stepped up to home base with his shining silver bat. He swung his bat at the perfect angle. He did it, he got a homerun. The next thing he knew heard his team shouting his name, "Michael, Michael, Michael."

Michael rode his bike past an elderly couple's house. He has always thought it was haunted. He usually stopped for hot fries and ice tea at the corner store but he had to home quick. Unlike most boys his age he couldn't wait to go to the hospital with his father. His mother went into labor the previous day. Michael was going to have a baby brother.

His parents allowed him to pick the name. They said it had to be Hebrew originated, so he chose Baines which means fairy, fairytale, and whiteness. Michael's name originated from, "The Son of Ekohim", the god of all Hebrews which every Hebrew greatly honored.

Baines was born 2 hours after Michael left. He weighed 8 lbs. 2 oz. and measured 21 and 3/8 inches. 

He held Baines so cautiously he didn't want to drop him. "Mother, when can I play with him?" Michael asked politely. His mother told him when he grows up a bit. The next day was the Junior World Series game. The team had Michael start and finish the game. The final score was Boston Bulldogs: 13, and the Washington Werewolves: 2. 3 years later Baines joined Teeball and next year Michael is trying out for the Boston Redsoxes.

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