We were on the verge of a perfect season, I was playing first base most of the game. Last inning and the bases are loaded, my coach calls on me and my knuckleball to get the final out.
0-0: Knuckleball called for a strike
0-1: Knuckleball called a ball
1-1: KNuckleball fouled off
1-2: Knuckleball fouled off
1-2: Knuckleball called a ball
2-2: Knuckleball foul tipped
2-2: 4-seam fastball swinging strike three
After all those knucklers I knew for sure I would get him with the high heat, I felt like I could get him no matter what, I couldn't lose, I had already won. Felt so good getting the save that preserved our perfect season.