My father stood on the pitcher's mound and looked at the ball, irritation on his face.
"I just chuck this right? That seems simple enough." He examined it again.
"Come on dad! Throw the ball!" I yell swinging the bat. "I have to get ready for the game tomorrow!" He huffs and shakes his head.
"Fine, fine get ready because I'm chucking this bad boy!" With that, I adjust my feet like Whizzer showed me. The ball is thrown to the right just out of reach of the bat. It strikes the cage behind me and I shake my head.
"Dad you have to throw it overhand!" He grumbles and I toss him the ball. He barely catches it before getting back into position.
"Okay, now I've got it, kid." He winds up the ball this time throwing it semi-straight. This time I'm ready and the bat slams into the ball. My fathers cheers and smiles at me. "Do that at your next game! I'm sure you'll make Whizzer very proud!" A smile spreads onto my face. I know that Whizzer would be very proud of me.
"I will dad!" I yell back.
