Cody stood in front of the centerfield wall. It was another beautiful night in Arizona. His family was all there, and the sunset was beautiful. Not to mention, they were winning (of course).
Just one more out and he could go home.
Everything was going well until Marte stepped up to the plate. He looked hungry, and from the huge distance he could still see his eyes eyeing the centerfield wall.
The pitch came from Kimbrel. A fastball. Topped at 97.
And with the crack of a bat, the ball was struck well towards centerfield, toward him. It wasn't a no-doubter, and it could be caught, but not easily.
He had to catch this, because if he didn't, it would be a two-run walk-off homer.
Cody knew he had to extend, and jump late in order to get it in his glove at the right time.
It came down, and finally he sprang up, his head facing the ball & crowd, as it landed in his mit everyone started to cheer. (And boo)
A smile grew across his face, tossing the ball over to Mookie who had came from right field, who gave him a high five and slap on the back. Chris coming from left to join in on their little celebratory moment.
Cody's gaze met the left side (his right) of the diamond, hoping to see #5 with his hands up.
Instead stood #6, one hand in the air with his index finger up towards the sky.
He could try to forget people. He could block out every thought and moment and memory that he had.
But he could never forget them.
And he would never forget Corey.
