“No bus. We were the home team, so we took the field first. I stood at third and banged my fist into my glove. I was trying to beam mental messages to the batter. Want to score some runs? I thought at him. Just hit it my way, and I’ll see what I can do for you. The first two batters struck out, but the third hit one my way I let it bounce off my glove. Then I chased after the ball as if I were in a hurry. I made sure I kicked it just as I reached to pick it up. By the time I got the ball, the runner was on second. I decided to settle for that. If I made too many errors on one play, it would look suspicious. “What is with you, Gibson?” Johnny Beans yelled. “You got holes in your glove or something?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Sorry,” I called back. I tried to sound as if I meant it. The next batter walked. That meant the other team had runners on first and second, with two out. The next batter kept fouling out to the left. I thought he might hit one down the third baseline, so I edged to...ward second.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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