This week I attended trek in Wyoming and had a great experience. I was able to meet a few new friends while experiencing a little bit of what the pioneers endured on their journey. I wasn't bothered by the walking, which made the rest of the experience easy to enjoy. I had a cool family, with the keys being the parents (the Mackeys). This is me with Kaylea, a girl from my family.
Last night was probably the best night of my life. I had the privilege to live my life's dream, ever since I was eight years old: pitching a perfect game. We were playing in my Babe Ruth championship baseball game, the last one that I would be young enough to compete in . It was Haxtun versus SedgeCo. I started off the game with a 3-0 count on a batter, and I was thinking that I had better make some adjustments if we were going to win. Fortunately I proceeded to come back to strike out the next two batters. After 3 innings, I realized that not a single batter had reached first base. I pushed that to the back of my mind, and we continued to flow through the game. My job was to keep the pace and tempo of the game up, and to make sure that teammates were very well alive and ready to make any play to save our game. When it got to the 7th inning, we knew that we were on the edge of something great, something extraordinary. I worked myself to the final out, then had to stop and think for a minute. "Ok, if he gets on base, at least we can still win..." It didn't matter. Ground ball to second base, Joey made a clean throw to first, done deal. History was sealed.