V3 ch370 CIF Final: Postgame

Someone had the bright idea to use water bottles and dumped out the water on me. I laughed and took my helmet off. Noah threw his arm around my neck and started to bounce up and down.

"I knew it! I said it!" He laughed wildly as we celebrated. "Don't call it a comeback. We were always bound to win!"

I grinned, doing my best to high five the guys that came around. They were all headed for Garret, the one that completed the walkoff. I don't know how long we stayed out there on the infield grass, but as soon as half the guys started to sing 'We are the Champions', someone from the A's staff started to guide us back to the dugout.

"Let's treat the field with some respect and let the grounds crew fix it for the real home team." Mr. Miller took charge, ushering us away from the field.

Coach stood outside the dugout, arms crossed and a wide grin across his face. "Congratulations."

"Couldn't do it without you, Coach!"