The Pitch
I’m on the mound. My hands were sweaty. I was pitching and their best player was up. They were down by three. I pulled my arm back and I followed through and released the ball. The first pitch was a strike! The bases were loaded and I’m nervous. As I looked at the scoreboard I saw 2 outs and 1 strike. The next pitch was a strike. Only one more strike. I was under a lot of pressure. The next pitch was a strike but he swung, and everybody looked up as the ball was heading over the fence. I was hoping that it would be caught. The outfielder jumped and caught it. We won 7-4!!! I was relieved.
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