It’s Sunday afternoon, and I sit at my desk wondering what I will write about. “Teach” gave us the assignment last Thursday, to be turned in tomorrow, and I haven’t even started. She said write about your favorite vacation, and write it for our grade level – fifth grade. So, here I sit, wasting away a good Sunday, trying to think of something to write. Don’t know why school makes us do homework, anyway.

Yeah…I’m supposed to write when all I can think of is our baseball games of Friday night and Saturday afternoon.

We had made it to the Regional Play-Offs. My team was to have won both games, but we lost…both of them. My mind kept wondering what we did wrong. We tried, but did we try hard enough?

I know we sure got sloppy in the infield defense…and I guess we made so many mistakes at-bat, too. How’d we know their pitcher was that good?

Maybe we just got over-con…over..con…fident. Yeah, probably did; thought we were all Superman or Spiderman and could do no wrong.  Guess that can happen, huh?

After the last game, somebody told us not to feel so bad. That sometimes the team that’s not supposed to win tries so much harder; that they work hard not to make errors; that they want the “win” so bad, it just has to happen for them. Yeah, guess that can happen, too.

The worst part was when we cried. Jimminy! All the girls from class were watching us, and there we were: big 10-year old boys crying like babies. Hey, maybe they didn’t notice us, ‘cause they were crying, too. We can always say we got lots of dust in our eyes.

WOW! I got it! I’ll write about….

My dad’s a really neat guy, and he’s a big-shot in the company he works for here in New York.

Last year for our vacation, he got tickets for the World Series Games, both in Boston and New York. We were really lucky, and just knew the Yankees would win…