There is a certain rhythm to the game that I love. I find my grip on the ball, slide my foot across the mound, rock my arm back, and propel it forward with all my might. The ball flies through the air; sliding or rising or diving as I command it to. It finds its way to the catcher’s glove, and it is quickly returned to me. I pace around the circle, finding my place on the …show more content…
This time, it does not slide into the catcher’s glove so easily. The moment the batter makes contact with the ball is almost like a picture in my mind. As the catcher squats behind the plate, waiting to catch a ball that will never come, the batter reaches the bat out to the outside corner of the plate, her head down, watching as her bat forces the bright yellow ball into the air and out of the infield. Most people think that the best hits happen when you can hear the ball being hit from the next field over, but I know that this is not true. The best hits happen when the bat makes no sound at all, almost as if the ball is bouncing off the bat. Luckily, this was not one of those hits. The ball is hit hard, skipping across the ground and sending small pieces dirt flying in all directions. But it lands directly in the glove of the second baseman, who is easily able to throw the ball to first for the out. With one out, the rhythm of the game