“It’s not over until the fat lady sings!” Deflated and weary, the young softball players slumped into the dugout, staring at the scoreboard as the weight of a four-run deficit loomed over them. It was the bottom of the ninth, and hope felt as distant as the outfield fence. But just as doubt threatened to settle in, the blond-haired minister stood tall, his voice cutting through the silence as… Source
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