I made it, Ma

first mlb game - version 2

Skayler was excitedly watching the Hype video that was flashing over the scoreboard currently, opening day being under way at Miller Park. The crowd, which had sold out the stadium, screamed and cheered with the video, fans (of both the Brewers and the Cardinals) were jumping around, faces lit with smiles. The video ended and, after introducing the players the lights went out. The scoreboard lit up once more.

A series of videos of Skayler, though she was blacked out to remain secret until the very last moment, flashed across the screen. Whatever song (she thinks it might just be Light 'Em Up) blasted throughout the stadium. Her stadium.

Each video showing her striking out batters left and right, literally, and driving one deep from either side. It flashed to her laying out for balls, throwing them home. Making plays. Her breathing was quick, a smile wide across her face as she watched them show. The beat picked up, her heart hammering alongside the sound. One part that no one knew about, though, was her special pitch. Her Uncle taught her how to pitch it long ago, she was probably nine or ten.

She's had time to perfect it. Skayler would stand in her original stance, slide her front foot across the ground in a line before kicking it up and, where her pitching hand stayed underneath her thigh, she launched forward before (at the last moment possible) she pulled her arm and side-armed it, twisting her wrist to the right and up, or to the left and up, for whatever batter was up.

It was honestly the deadliest, as it was a speed-changer alongside an upward moving curve. 

The sound of flames came from the speakers, as Skayler had thrown the pitch and the ball erupted into flames just as the sound effect came. It showed her being excited at wins, tripping over herself in excitement, everything that made her human.

It was hilarious.

She smiled and laughed at amusing parts and listened to the hushed whispers of the crowd. The last images were of her walking towards the foul line, lining up with her fellow Brewers (all of whom had completely towered over her, which caused a sudden hush to flow through the stadium). Her body was darkened to a silhouette, before she turned her head and smiled. A light seemed to engulf the video form of her, showing her face and smile, before she spoke up.

"This is my Crew," her voice floated from the speakers as the words came slamming down into frame.

She.

Is.

Here.

The crowd cheered as the announcer called out:

"And welcoming to the Milwaukee Brewers, number 84! Skayler Vuksan!" At that, she hustled onto the field for the opening pitch and the singing. People were screaming, crying out and waving.

As they sang the Star Spangled Banner, she looked to the scoreboard. It was of the cameraman running down the line of all of the Brewers, stopping and focusing on her before they finished the song.

Skayler honestly can't remember much from the opening pitch, other than her hustling out to the mound, picking up the baseball that had been delivered there by the young girl and preparing to warmup. She was going to be pitching left handed today, and so she warmed up that way.

It felt as though everyone was staring at her, the feeling of thousands of eyes burning holes into her were a lot, though the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins. She took a moment, just before the first batter stepped up, to appreciate the crowd. Not one seat was open and, as she turned around to admire the stadiums, she felt her chest tighten.

Her mother should have been here to see this.

No.

Only happy thoughts today, as this was something exciting.