I toed the right handed batter's box, my Easton XL3 -5 in my left hand. I feel the warm sun on me as sweat drips down my forehead. "This could really be it," I thought,"This could really be the last at-bat I ever have in tournament ball, before high school, and my last for Coach Jose." I think about all the fond memories I've had over the years and how I will miss those. I realize that our team is not in a position to win the game and that I need to just focus on going out strong in my last at-bat. I also realize that the pitcher has just come set and that I need to get ready to hit. This pitcher has just been brought in for this inning, to close the game. I watched him on deck and I know that he can deliver the ball with some velocity. He is also a southpaw, so I take a step back in the box and look for a pitch that I can shoot the other way. The first pitch is a ball low, as is the second. I am in a hitter's count, so I am only going to swing if I li...