Pitch, swing, miss.
Pitch, swing, miss.
Pitch, swing, slam.
That's Mikey, always showing off, building suspense.
Pitch, swing, miss.
Pitch, swing, miss.
Pitch, swing, strike three.
Bye Donny. Maybe next time.
Pitch, swing, miss.
Pitch, swing, grounder.
Raph, poor guy; just wants to get outta there.
Pitch, no swing.
Pitch, no swing.
Pitch, swing, smooth smack.
Leo, Mr. Planner, Mr. Leader. Always has to have the perfect pitch.
Finally, time for the star player. The one the whole crowd came to see.
The lone player stalks up to the plate, bat shouldered comfortably. A quick practice swing, then set for the throw.
The pitcher, anxious and nervous, fidgets with the ball, bracing himself for the worst.
Pitch, no swing. - The crowd's on the edge of their seats.
Pitch, swing, miss. - A collective gasp.
Pitch, swing, CRACK! The satisfying sound echoes through the stadium, sending the crowd over the top.
The player takes a triumphant trot around the bases.
Back to home. One, two, three points total, creating the winning score for the home team. You'd think they'd won the World Series with how much the fans were cheering, but it was thrilling nonetheless for our hometown heroes.
For our hometown hero.
What do ya know?
My sister, a hero.
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Completed 3:30 am, 4/27/09.
© blazestonefire656
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I honestly have no idea where that came from. One minute I was thinking about basketball and the next I was writing this in a notebook.
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