I attended that kindergarten during my last year of high school. I've always had positive experiences with the sport, but my high school team was truly special. To start, we had three of the best coaches: one was a father, one a former player, and one who loved the game of baseball. The players were also a close-knit group where everyone truly cared about their teammates. The best way to illustrate this is through a heartbreaking story. It was the second round of the playoffs, my senior year, and we were playing the second best team in the conference. The game was tough, but we were in the driver's seat to complete the huge upset. We were up by one run in the last inning of the game, so all we had to do was score another. The opposing team had runners on second and third, who were very close to scoring. The next batter comes to the plate and we get two strikes. What we need is another strike. Then it happened. The batter hits a bloop single, which is a term for a weakly hit ball that lands behind an infielder. Two points scored. My team lost and was just one shot away from advancing. We were heartbroken and extremely emotional because it was hard to believe that our high school sports careers would end like this. We gathered on the field as always, but this time it was completely silent. Then, our coaches told us that they considered all their players like their own children. This comment in such a difficult moment showed me and the rest of the team