Swing

Chapter Twenty Four

I started lobbing balls with coach so that I could just warm up and get ready to start pitching. It only took about ten minutes for me to feel comfortable enough to start pitching. My first few throws were perfect and write down the pipe. Not to mention about thirty miles an hour faster than any other normal teens throwing.

After the first few dozen pitches I stopped throwing them perfectly. I started throwing them on the inside corner where any right handed batter would feel uncomfortable hitting it. Then I started throwing them on the outside corner so hard that most batters would have to really stretch for it.

While focusing on my pitching and making sure that I was trying my best, apparently the team showed up and nonchalantly started warming up in the outfield. I honestly didn’t notice any of them where even there until coach didn’t throw the set of balls back to me.

“Everything alright coach?” I asked a little uneasy.

“You seem to be doing fine with nobody in the box, lets see how you react with a little pressure,” Coach said.

Confused for a slight moment I started to ask what. Before I could ask though, coach signaled for someone to come over. As I turned around I saw that the entire team came to support me. Everyone ran out to there natural positions, except the catcher. He slowly walked up to the batters box and started swinging. He stepped into the box and I got ready to try and strike him out. My first pitch was a little low it would still have been considered a strike. The next two were just a little wild but after those two pitches everything was spot on where I wanted to put them. Everyone on the team had about three chances to bat before I called it quits. I didn’t want to throw my arm out before the game on Saturday. Everyone gathered around the mound to talk about how incredible my pitching was and that if I throw like that nobody would be able to hit me period.

“Son let me tell you something right now,” I heard a unfamiliar voice say.

“Uh, thanks?” I asked confused on who the voice came from.

            “Robert, I’d like to introduce you to Trevor Steweart. He is the man I was telling you about, the one that works with the Yankees,” I heard coach Macco say.

“Oh!” I said with a slight realization. “It’s nice to meet you,” I said reaching out to shake his hand.

He greeted me halfway and told me that what he just saw was some impressive pitching. He then went on to tell me that he has seen people in the minor leagues that couldn’t throw as well as me. He said that he was going to stick around and watch a few of our games.

“If you guys play as well as your coach says you do, there is a special league that I can enter you guys into which will be in a few weeks. It would mean you guys traveling around and playing against other states though, that is if you are to win the eight game series to see if you are the best team in New York. Does that sound like something you guys would be interested in?” the man spit out in a giant mumbled mess.

Along with the team we all shouted in excitement. We all wanted to continue the season as long as we could, especially if it meant going from state to state.

“It’s settled then, I’ll be seeing you all soon,” Trevor said. He then walked away with the coach and I walked out to the stands saying bye to my teammates. I grabbed Fiona by the hand and we quickly took off towards her house where we ate lunch and then went back out for a celebration date. We had an amazing time but I had to call it an early night because I wasn’t feeling well. We said goodnight and kissed goodbye.

I can’t believe all of this is happening so fast. With that thought playing on replay, I walked home and went to bed.