About four years ago, I was playing my second year of minors Little League. It was our second-to-last game, and I still had never hit a home run. I really wanted to do it, because I knew that it would make my parents proud, and would also be very exciting. We were playing a Coupville team, which was very good at the time. We didn't have a very good team, and had a winning percentage of only about .400. Being this close to the last game of the season, we really wanted to show Coupville that we were not as bad as our record stated. Our coach had us arrive one hour early, so that we could do all of our warm-ups and stuff. The Coupville team arrived thirty minutes later. I looked over and saw all of their ginormous players. They had a few players that were like '5"10, and this was in minors! What the heck were they feeding those people? Anyway, the game started. They were blowing us away, like blowing dust off of a table. Our coach gave us a very inspiring talk at the start of the fourth inning. We were down 9-1 when the fourth started. But coach's talk seemed to do the trick. Our bats lit up, and, before us, or the audience knew what was happening, we had a tie game. We were the away team, and it was the top of the sixth inning, so we had to score a run, and then hold them. Our first two batters got out, and I was scheduled to be up third that inning. I had the butterflies so badly when I stepped up to the plate, my knees were shaking. They had put in one of their best pitchers to shut us down. But, on the first pitch, I crushed a homerun over the center field fence. So we took the lead, and the crowd cheered. The bottom of that inning, we held them to no runs, and won the game.