I hit a home run...and had an error

I pretend that the pitcher calls the girl who I have loved since the first grade (Sherry) a bad name. As his offering comes I bring my bat forward as hard as I can and close my eyes just as the ball arrives. Ping! I feel the force of my bat against the ball and hear the sharp sound of the aluminum. Frozen for a split-second I open my eyes and see the ball heading deep into the outfield.
“Two! Two!” the first-base coach shouts at me as I round the base, but I’ve got other ideas on my mind – a home run!
I round first, then second, with no intention of stopping. I look ahead to third and see the third baseman jump as the ball sails over his head. I round third and head home. As my foot touches the plate the ball rolls past the catcher.
“I hit a home run! I hit a home run!” I squeal, even though it probably was a double with two throwing errors in the official rulebook. I slap my teammates hi-fives as I run into the dugout. When mom and I get home I race in to tell my dad, who I guess had to work that Saturday afternoon, that I had hit a home run. I tell him, excitedly, and wait for his response.
“But did you make any errors?” he asks.
Of course I had. Suddenly, my home run didn’t feel so great.