Garret was up next. He got in the lefty box and dug his back foot in. His actions made me cringe a little. I didn't like it when the dirt in the batter's box got soft; probably because I'm always on firm ground when hitting in the batting cages. I mean, it's not as bad as the right-handed box, but now that Garret's been batting almost every game, it's getting on my nerves.
I shook my head to get rid of those kind of thoughts. It's not a big deal in the grand scheme of things. I can just adjust where I stand in the box.
The pitcher started Garret with a curve, getting him to swing and miss. Then again. On the 0-2 count, he switched to his fastball and blew it pass Garret. Garret didn't even swing on that third pitch.
"Out!" The ump pumped his fist, sending Garret back to the dugout.
I could see the frustration in his eyes as we switched spots.
Just as I was about to step in the batter's box, the OLU coach came out of his dugout. I paused.
