One Play

I was born in San fransisco California. Ive loved there all my life. I played sports there, all the way up to the pros. I made it to the MLB, I now play for the san fransisco giants, or at least i used to.
the dream became a reality, the 2009 MLB draft going first overall to my hometown team, i was predicted to be the next Nolan Ryan. Flashback to two months ago, one play, just one play ends my rookie season of 23 wins as a starter, a world series champion, one more out. the count is 3-2  3 balls 2 strikes, and im up against my boyhood idol, Derek Jeter.
Jeter is retiring at the end of the season, the best in baseball leaving the game he loves like i do, to the future stars and legends. 3 balls 2 strikes, one more ball and the yankees can win the game with the next batter , one more strike and i become a hero. My catcher drops 3 fingers, and i know hes telling me for my slider. I agree, i wind up and slip, i hit derek jeter, and walk him. Robinson Cano comes home since the bases were loaded, the games tied 4-4, the yankees are in winning position. Alex Rodriguez is up and my catcher calls for a fastball, this one pitch, ends my life. i throw the ball, straight down the plate, and A-rod being A-road cranks it out of the park. a 2 run home run 6-4 Yankees win there 27th world series.
Ive cost my team the world series, and the fans are ripping into me yelling at me, throwing stuff at me as i head for the locker room. "choke", ''Nolan Ryan who?", Some saviour you are F#$!$#.
The 40 year curse, the curse of willie mayes last game as a giant, our last world series win, lives on, i think to myself as i walk into the tunnel, how can i live in my hometown after this,  Will i ever play again.