Bottom of the fifth inning with Dave pitching. They were batters four, five, and six. They had previously sent a fly ball to center field, a groundout to short, and a fly out to right field, respectively. It didn't occur to me that any action could come my way since I didn't do much all game.
"But it did?" Dr. Moore asked.
I nodded and continued. "The fourth batter hit a grounder to me. I had to dive for it, then I fumbled a little bit, and made a bad throw. Luckily our first baseman was more prepared. The fifth batter thankfully struck out. Then the sixth batter hit another grounder towards me. This time I was able to get the ball in my glove, but when I made the throw, I slipped."
"You slipped...didn't it have any effect on the outcome of the game?"
"No, we still won."
"And Dave still earned his perfect game?"
I nodded.
"Okay, what happened after that? You guys win the game, and then what?"
