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Pausing for a moment, Bone massages the ball in his right hand. He kicks the dirt on the mound, digging in his spikes. Then looking toward the plate, he winds up and throws hard. Sage steps forward with his left foot, checks his swing as the ball whistles by below his knees.
“Ball one,” the umpire yells as the ball snaps into the catcher’s mitt.
Squeezing the ball, Bone shakes off the catchers signals till he gets the call he wants. A fastball. Winding up, he fires the ball toward the plate. The pitch is right down the middle. Sage steps forward with his left foot, cocks the bat, and swings. A crack rings out as the ball reverse course and sails deep into center field, clearing the fence. Sage drops the bat and trots off toward first, shaking his stringing hands.
“That ball needs an exit visa,” the announcer shouts as the another run is added to the scoreboard.
That first sentence is somewhat disturbing.
ReplyDeleteI read that first line and it went right by me. Not the second time though. You're a very disturbed man!! Ha! Ha! Ha!
ReplyDeleteA BASEBALL folks. Pat, don't let Murf's mind corrupt you. Resist the darkside.
ReplyDeleteI'll agree that was an interesting choice. Haha. I mean, if "massages" had been one of the 3 words, I could see it maybe.
ReplyDeleteOh, and you left out the part of my mother screaming above everyone else in the stands, "Strike him out, Bone!!!!" Those are my memories from pitching in little league :)
I liked "that ball needs an exit visa." Will leave the rest to your sordid minds
ReplyDeleteLike the concept and execution.
sage - are you available to bat clean-up for the Angels?
ReplyDeleteMy comment isn't completely due to my 'darkside', Sage. Pitchers are known for adjusting themselves.
ReplyDelete:-)
Bone, if I had thought about it (and since this is fantasy baseball), I should have had you pitching for the Reds and I'd be batting for the Pirates!
ReplyDeletePia, sordid, that's a word I need to use more off.
Diane, Me, an angel?
Okay Murf, I should have worked some more on the piece, having him take off his glove and rub the baseball in his hands (with a little spit...)
I know very little about baseball, but that first line did not fly by me.....LOL
ReplyDelete"Sage drops the bat and trots off toward first, shaking his stringing hands"...
ReplyDelete...with another walkoff homer!
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ReplyDeleteNah, not spit. I think Bone would use an illegal substance that's tacky and would help grip the ball. This way, you could include a little moral lesson about the prosperity of cheaters. If you need help with incorporating morals into your fiction, let me know, Sage. For you, I'll do it for free. :-)
ReplyDeleteI think I should go for the three words too. Sometimes I do not have enough time!!
ReplyDeleteGreat writing exercise, and a fun, wonderful piece on our great pastime baseball.
ReplyDeleteThe Tigers look good Sage, wish I could say the same about the Yankees' pitching staff.