Okay, it was the longest game in history (1pm to 4:20pm) and we almost didn’t win, but it was a blast. Bottom of the second: I walked to first, stole second, and rounded third and took home, with a play at the plate and a slide (which gave me a painful abrasion on my leg, it kills). Bottom of the fourth: I struck out, but because of the dropped-third strike rule I ran to steal first and allowed an RBI. Bottom of the seventh (we only play 7): *see below.

*My mom called out the lineup… Allison, Lanni, Rachel. If you’ve seen the three of us bat, you’ll understand the comment I overhead in which my coach whispered to my other coach: “We’re screwed.” Allison got up at bat, but got a fly out. So then it was me. All me. The first pitch… foul. The second pitch… ball. The third pitch… ball. The fourth pitch… strike. And the fifth pitch… ball. I walked to first. I hopped onto the base and the first base coach says to me, “Your knee hurts, right Lanni?”, and he winks, in which I reply, “Oh yes coach, it hurts really bad. I don’t think I can run.” I obviously lied. I lied. I almost never lie. I did it for the team. I am the slowest runner on the team. I was replaced by Allison, who went on to making the winning run. Everyone loves me now.