The Pitcher On The Mound
Their eyes drilling into me. Load, explode, flick, repeat. The count is one ball and two strikes. The girl is swinging too early because she hits the ball foul down the third base line. My coach gives me the signal. "Bring it, Anna." And with that I know what I have to do. I grip the ball the way my pitching coach taught me. Same motion load,explode,fli...pop. It is a palm ball. The girl swings when the ball isn't even half way to the plate. "Strike three! Your out!" the umpire screams. Fairfield Fury Wins! Repeat FAIRFIELD FURY WIN!!
No comments:
Post a Comment