Baseball was a hobby that my father and I shared together. My father was an all star baseball player in college but never made it to the pros. My father wanted me to become the next Babe Ruth, and I wanted to be Mickey Mantle. My father and I were close and spent a lot of time together watching baseball, talking baseball and playing baseball. Baseball was our lives! Little league baseball was a fun time for me, and every year, I made the all-star team just like my father. My best friend Jason and I played on every team together. This was our last year in Little League and we were going to the State Championship.
             The final game of our little league career was unforgettable. It was 4 years of fun with my best friend Jason. We always fooled around in practice, however, whenever the game would start, we were serious. Jason would pitch, and I would play second base. When he wasn't pitching, I would, and he would cover third base. We were the best players in Little League, or so we thought!
             Our All-Star Team had made it to the State Championship. Before our team took the field, our coach CJ gave us a pep talk. He said, " Boys, we've made it this far. Today is the day that all of our practice will pay off. Let's make your parents proud. What do you say?" We all got up and yelled, "WHOO HOO. Let's play hard. WHOO HOO!" "Who are we?" "The Heinz Paving Yankees!" yelled Jimmy, our center fielder.
             Running onto the field, I remembered all the practicing that I had done, and I knew that I owed all of this to my father. He was the one that got me into baseball when I was little and would spend hours with me practicing my pitching. I remember my father having to sit on a stack of phone books and pillows because his knees and back were not to good to help me practice my pitches. I knew if we won this game, I was going to dedicate the game to
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