The sun spins, so far over us, but the skies will shine red by the time that the sun simmers down. I have suffered a sailor's delight on this night, but that's only because the captain is losing blood.
Its the bottom of the seventh inning, and the ball game is almost over. So far, my team has been through the line-up a few times without me. Coach Fishy has kept me on the fence for this entire game because he puts my name in the book for emergencies only.
"C'mon and win it, Giants!" coughed up Jack's dad on the sidelines.
Now, Freighder is in the batter's box, and after him is Eddy Baker. The Honeyville Robins are up by one, and this will be the last time that we swing.
The Robins' closing pitcher reminds me of myself because he only knows a 4-seam fast ball. I hope that he strikes out Chris for having the infield dirt on his pants ever since the first inning.
Bang!
"Walter, are they going to play you?"
Wow, I really hate the sound of that voice because it sounds like its mocking me, too! My whole team spun their heads and spit chew at my old dad in silence.
"Sir, you can't be in here," commanded Coach Thomas. "You have to leave. You're not a player or official."
He may have helped me get off the bench, but I made him disown me, as well. I pushed him out of the dugout, and everyone is happy, now.
Behind the dugout, he spoke to me with a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm going home if they don't play you. Do you think that you're going to play?"
"No, not today," I told him. "I'm going back to the dugout, so I'll see you, soon."
Nobody was there to stop me as I made my dad leave the field. They haven't said a word about him ever since I have returned, but I'm damn sincerely positive about them saying shit while I was away. Now, along with the crowd, they're all watching the Great Freighder swing and miss.
"Strike two!" shouted the umpire behind the plate.
One more of those and the Great Freighder will have a seat beside me. Its alright if we lose the game, or should I say they? I don't know what to say because this honestly feels like I'm no part of the team, today.
Bang!
On the very next pitch, the Robins' closer threw a fast ball that struck Chris on his ankle. The Giants' catcher stumbled down the baseline, and then stood upon the bag to signify the tying run.
After that, they all stood up for Eddy Baker.
Once upon a time, in elementary school, we used to play games during recess. I remember the day when I first saw Eddy throwing a football to somebody else. Before the two of us knew each other, he would tower over the other kids as they played, sort of like a modern-day Goliath.
Now, he's just waiting for the rock of King David, once again.
"C'mon! Big hit!" fermented Coach Fishy.
"Let's go, Eddy!" hammered his son.
Pretty soon, our whole team was cheering for the big guy to hit the ball, and the son of a judge was swinging a bat. He's the only player on the team with a home run, this year.
Perhaps, he'll wake up in the pages again.
"Come on, Eddy!" I cheered like Joey and everyone else.
The Robins' pitcher got down upon his stretch and ate up the signs that his catcher had fed him. I bet he's afraid of having no outs with a guy like Ed at the plate. Seriously, I can only hope in silence, but I hope that he tries to spin out Freighder at first.
The Robins' pitcher lifted his leg and shot a ball at home plate. The ball zipped towards our third basemen, Eddy Baker, and the kid from the corner cocked back. Bang! Bang!
That's when Eddy swung his bat around and whacked the ball over the fence for the farthest hit that I've ever seen on Coach Fishy's diamond.
It was the biggest hit that I've seen, and it won us the game, finally. Now, the dugout was emptied, and the Snowridge Giants wrapped around the home plate for a huge celebration with Eddy Baker.
Within the holes of the fence, Shae Harbor was walking away with a couple of others, but there was no boy, Kyle Carver, who was with or beside her. Anyways, I'm too mad about defaming the bench, once again, tonight.
Bang!
Who cares if we won the game? Shae Harbor was watching the whole time. I sure as hell hope this doesn't cause an issue for anyone else, but as for me, I'm quitting this fucking baseball team, tomorrow.
Let's go Honeyville!
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Convincing Shae Harbor
Mystery / ThrillerI had to write this book, just so I could say that I wrote a book within my lifetime. This book is filled with vulgar language and grotesque imagery. Readers beware! This book is about a high school shooting which also depicts a young man's love for...
