We lost our mojo a little bit when they scored four runs heading into the last inning. I was playing shortstop; Brandon struck the first and second kids out. He was throwing gas as he just blew his fastball by the first two hitters. The ball hitting the glove sounded like a shotgun. We only needed one more out to win a state title.
Jeter was called up from the triple-a affiliate after that injury making him the starting shortstop for the New York Yankees. Jeter’s Major league debut was on May 29, 1995 in a game against the Seattle Mariners. After this season the world knew Derek Jeter was going to be one of “the greats”. The year after his MLB debut he batted an amazing .314 with 10 home runs. With Jeter leading the Yankees they went on to win the World Series against the Atlanta Braves.
The twins had jumped out to a lead early on, and the fans were especially excited. The place was never quiet as the fans were all having a great time. As one of the more hated players in all of baseball, Alex Rodriguez, came up to bat the fans kept booing him. As they did this every time he came up to bat. Unfortunately for the Twins he hit three home runs in the same game, and lead the yankees to a 9th inning comeback win.
He takes the first two strikes so it 0-2 we are thinking we have the game in our hands Then he just took the hardest swing ever on a curve ball and hits a critical homerun and ties it up in the bottom of the ninth 6-6. Now we got kinda nervous and questioned have we gave the game up , but our 1,2,3 and 4 was up. Our number 2 got on base and number 1 and 3 struck out, I was the last batter. That's when i really just kind of blacked out and thought of my dad playing with a grown ups team and was in the same exact situation and comes out with a base hit to win the game with two outs and a runner on second. Then the pitcher gives me a fastball down the middle and i absolutely destroy it back up the middle over the pitcher's head.
This was one of the first years I was participating in baseball, so I really didn’t know a whole lot about the playoffs or what they were. All my parents told me was that if my team lost, we were eliminated. I really liked to be competitive, so I was as determined as a little 7 year old could get. We played the games, we pummeled the teams. That was all we did in the playoffs.
“Out!” the umpire yelled to the crowd. My team cheered and ran into the dugout after that third out. I was the second person up to bat. The score was 0-2 we were down but we are to hyped up and ready to win this game. The championship.
Chill had rushed through my spine and throughout my body. I had got out onto the field feeling good. I felt like this was going to be a good game. Our starting pitcher had gotten two strikeouts to start the game. Then, the next batter had hit a homerun.
"And next up is little Alexander Stroble", the speakers blare. He wobbles up to the plate, the helmet on his head making him unbalanced with each step. With the bat in his hand and the ball in his eyesight, he was ready to hit the best homerun of his life. His coach throws him a level pitch and he swings, and misses. "Strike one" ,the umpire yells, but that doesn’t phase him; he knows he has two more tries.On the next one, he swings and hits, but it wasn’t the exact home run he was looking for.
First it was 1-0 then 1-1 and so on. But when it came to the bottom of the 8th. We got the lead due to a hit to center field. We were up 6-5. Then the inning ended.