You've dreamed about this day for almost 25 years. If only your father were alive; he's the one that got you hooked on baseball. He would be so proud. Here you are, Fenway Park, game seven. It's the American League Championship Series against the rival New York Yankees. The bases are loaded, there are two outs, it's the bottom of the ninth inning and the count has just run to three balls and two strikes. The Yankees are leading 4-2 and only one strike away from going to the World Series - again.
That is, unless Jake Garrett has anything to do with it.
Notes
17th place (out of 53) in the 6th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.