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Personal Narrative: The Carolina Reds

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Two years ago I played for the Carolina Reds. After a while we all determined we wanted a ring. During our first year we battled so hard to win a ring tournament. However we came up short every time.
Here we were the last tournament of the year. We were in the championship. Towards the end of the game I was on third base, we were down one run then the worst hitter on the team came up, Owen. Of course he hit it right to the first baseman. Unfortunately we got second.
Pumped up and ready to go we started the second season. As soon as we started practice we worked very hard. Most nights we would not stop practice until after dark. Hot and ready we started of the season fabulussly. We won our first three tournaments. Learning new things everyday,

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