“The Game of the Year” By Zach Gilbert Everything depended on this hit. He wasn’t in the position where the bases were loaded, there were two outs, and he had to hit a homerun or else his team would lose. No, his team was down 9–1, nobody on any bases. Instead, he had to get a homerun for one reason; he hadn’t hit the ball that entire Summer. If he didn’t get a homerun, then he couldn’t allow himself to play anymore baseball. That’s why it mattered. He needed to prove to himself that he was worthy to play in the Empire, GA Backyard League. He didn’t know what angle he should take for his turn at bat, but Bill, his best and oldest friend, knew. “So Dug, you ain’t good enough to hit the ball,” Bill said, working the words around the giant glob of Big League Chew tucked in his cheek. “I guess not,” Dug replied. “In that case, you only got one chance. Close your eyes and swing,” Bill told him. “How’s that gonna’...” “Shut it. Just do what I said to do, and you’ll be ...