I stand on the mound and my heart races. My hand on the ball
feeling the laces. Staring at the nervous batter at home plate. She
doesn't know that striking out is her fate. Getting ready to
deliver the ball, my windup is the wackiest of all. Releasing the
ball, it spins and sprints to her, a swing and a miss the ball was
a blur. Two outs one to go, one strike left to throw, I'll mix it
up, a change to ruin her flow. Her flow messed up, she completely
missed the ball. Her team had faith in her and lost it all. The ump
called the strike and that she was out, I jumped off the mound and
began to shout. The thrill is like a lion upon his prey. The team
roars andvictory is on the way.
SoFtBaLl rules!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!