Strike Two Outs: A Short Story

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Seeing my breath come out as smoke in the crisp night time air. We were home team, which means that we took the field first. I was out at short-stop, just waiting for the ball to be hit to me, and whip the ball to first. “Strike one… Strike two,” the umpire yelled out. On the third pitch the ball is blasted toward me, but I wasn’t stunned. Instead I dove for the ball and caught it. There’s one out! The inning didn’t last long. Right after I got that first out, our teams morale went up and the opposing teams went down. The next two outs happened in about 2 minutes. After that happened, it was time for my team to hit. I am third in the batting order, so when I watched the first and second outs go by I started getting frustrated. Something

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