Throughout my junior year, we grew closer and were super close until one day. During a big game for the HHS baseball against Benton. I got the take sign right hand grabbing the bill of his cap. But the pitch was beautiful. Best pitch I ever saw in my life. So I tightened my grip on the bat let it rip. I hammered it, but it was a line drive to the shortstop; he caught it. I was out. Coach Thompson, who is kind of like my second father, came storming over from coaching third base into the dugout. He was mad and I was mad. He grabbed me by the arms shaking me telling me I did wrong so I pleaded my case. He kicked me out of the dugout after I back talked. I …show more content…
I ended up losing my team, my coach, my school, and the Bulldog Pride I wore proudly for sixteen years of my life. Harrisburg was my hometown and will always be my hometown but they turned their backs on me. I will always be grateful to Galatia for opening me with open arms. Remember Bearcats, baseball season is coming up and we are ready for a playoff run. Believe