My son Jack is playing on the 11-12 year old Braves Baseball team. Tonight was game 1 of the playoffs with a single elimination. We were playing the Diamondbacks who were ranked #3 we were ranked #6. They beat up on us every time we played them this season. Anyway, my son Jack has not had one hit all year... not one. He either walks or strikes out. So, the game is tied 6 to 6, 4th inning, 2 outs and one runner on 2nd base. It's Jacks turn to bat, he is the last batter in the lineup. I could sense the disappointment in the other parents. Not that they say anything bad, but I can just tell they wish it was not Jack's bat. The count is now 2 strikes... Ugh. Next pitch... PING. Line drive over the 2nd baseman's head, out of reach to the center fielder. The base runner makes it home. Next batter knocks Jack in. Now 8 to 6. The Braves held them, and won by 2 runs. Jack got the game ball, and some really nice words and high fives from his coaches and team mates. I am so happy for my son. So happy.