Final Out of the Game

My final year of Little League was when I was 12 years old. Most of the other 12 year olds had moved up to the Traveling Team, but there were 4 of us holdouts.  I was in no hurry to move up and take a chance at getting beaned by some older kid when I could stay back and play against 9 year olds.  I guess the coaches of the 4 Little League teams in town had a meeting where they divided up all the players.  The first thing they did was split up the four 12 year olds so that we were all on different teams (me, Wes, Tony and Rusty).  I may have been 12, but I was built, and played, like a 10 year old.  I feel sorry for the poor coach who got stuck with me instead of Tony or Wes.
 
So, best buddy Wes and I were on separate teams.  This story is about the worst day of his season.  His team was behind by one in the last inning.  2 on and 2 out, and Wes came to bat.  First base was open so the other team decided to intentionally walk him.  A smart move because there was about a 99% chance that he would have won the game.  After the first two balls, Wes's coach called him over to talk.  He told Wes that on the next pitch he should go ahead and lunge across the plate at the ball and try to make contact.  Sounded like a great plan to Wes.  He did it, and sure enough, he lined a shot past the 1st baseman to win the game.  Well, except that the ump called him out for stepping on the plate.  The coach argued, the other team celebrated, and Wes cried. He told me that the next day his coach came out to his house to apologize for making him look dumb.  If/when I ever see Wes again, I'm gonna remind him of that story.