What started out as an idea of getting a fall Pee-Wee Tournament (8 and under) team together from coach Chip Calhoun, turned into one of the best teams to ever play softball young or old. With only two weeks to practice 12 young girls, their very dedicated parents and coaches put together a team. With every position filled, tournament time was just three days away. In that short time, three of our star players were out by doctor's orders and one for other reasons. They would not be able to play for the game that they had all worked so hard for.

With as many as six games to play in one day of a two-day tournament, the coaches were faced with a decision to cancel or to play with only nine girls. The decision was made to play, and on Saturday at 8:30 a.m., they began to arrive. The first game would not end in their favor. Faced with a loss, they had to play hard to come back. With two more games that day, they defeated each team with powerful hitting, catching and throwing. Home they went, bruised and sore, to rest and relax for the next day. Sunday, like seasoned starters, they went through two teams with only minutes between each to rest and prepare for the next game. This next team would be the one which had handed them their only loss the previous day.

Already exhausted, each player did her part to catch fly balls, turn double plays, and to win in a game unmatched by any other team with the exception of the team to come. The next game would be played at a disadvantage from the beginning, with three less players than the other teams. The girls of Loganville played perfect ball, staying right with the other team until the last inning. Behind four runs and with two outs, all their energy was spent.

They reached down as a team unlike any other, and as the champions they are, emerged. With the cracks of their bats, all at once there were two runners on base. With the crack of the next bat came a driving ball to left field. All runners scored from the homerun to make it a one run game. Then came the next hit, a triple, with the tie runner in scoring position. The next girl was up, a girl that had been one of the most important players. She had helped her team get to this point with her power hitting and sure grip in catching all fly balls that were anywhere close.

As she fought back her pain of playing four straight games, she stood there bat ready, gritting her teeth. With the swing of her bat, a powerfully driven ball was shot out to the edge of the infield only to be swept up by the short stop. As she hurled the ball, it was a race. Everyone standing, with their eyes on the runner and the ball, with the runner only inches from first base, she pushed herself with every last gasp of energy that remained in her body only to be heartbroken by the loud pop of the ball hitting the first base glove. With tears running down the exhausted soiled faces of nine small girls, scattered on the field with no energy to stand, they were devastated. With no trophy for third place, the nine small girls left with only the memories of a hard fought game where they played as Champions.