My Dad's Last Shots-Personal Narrative

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THE GAME (by the best writer ever in history)
This is their last shot. It all came down to one pitch. There was one out. We had to win this. Andrei threw the pitch. PING! The ball went to Ben at short, then to Ryan first, and they sent the runner home. Ryan threw it to me, and,.

Flash. A blinding light came into my eyes. It was my dad turning on the light. “Wake up Chase’’ My dad said. It’s Sunday morning. 6:00. I got in the shower, went downstairs, and found my dad had made pancakes. I ate three really fast. I needed carbs. I walked into the living room, and my baseball pants and jersey were sitting there. I loved the jersey, it was red and grey, With a red bomber plane on the front, and Riley and #24 on the back. I put my pants on, tucked

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