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Teen Ink Magazine, September 2000 : Sports Articles

Batter Up
   It was the bottomof the seventh; three more outs and we would be the all-county champions.Although it hadn't been easy, we'd been playing a great game.

All thepressure was on me. We were up by one and I was on the mound.
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Hole in One
   Ireached into my pocket,
A golf ball and a tee is what I found.
I took itout, and stuck it into the ground.
I stepped back,
And looked at thegreen.
I glanced ahead at the flag,
and thought, What a beautifulscene.
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It's NOT All About Winning
   It's a play at the plate and the runner forgets to slide.Our pitcher swings around with the ball and tags the runner hard, in the face. Itwas an accident, so the umpire calls the runner out. She walks off the field andour pitcher returns to the mound.
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Judgment Day
   I was shaken,everyone was. In the small locker room, all 12 of us were crying. My coach saidit was all part of growing up, and we had to deal with it.
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Life in Its Greatest Form
   My eyes areon the sail as I position myself in the center of the boat. I guide the tillerwith my right hand while my left grasps the mainsheet, the line that controls thesail and allows for a one-on-one tug of war between me and thewind.
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Life in Its Greatest Form
   Two fingers werestraight as arrows between the fortress of his thighs. Curve ball - good call. Mymetal cleats sunk into the soft clay of the mound as my body froze. Spinning theball inside the cave of my hand, I felt the crimson scams.
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Skateboarding
   15feet in the air
heart pounding
adrenaline rushing
dropping down in toa 25 foot half pipe
finding out what you are made of
practice, sweat andblood you've given
skateboarding is full of pain
when you ignore practice
you can ...
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The Big Day
   Waking up at 6 a.m. to an overcast Saturday morning was not my idea of a good start to theday. I'd hardly slept a wink and there were chores to do; life didn't seem worthgetting up for. I did, however, because it was the big day.
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