Nothing works according to plan though. Garret came out swinging...and missing. With an 0-2 count, he decided to let the third pitch pass, thinking it would be a ball. The pitcher had other plans though. He chose a fastball down the middle, getting Garret to strike out, looking.
I could hear Garret groan as he lifted his head to look up at the sky, dragging his feet back to the dugout.
Zeke was more patient, studying the pitcher like I wanted to. He even fouled off a few pitches, making the pitcher work, and allowing me to see more of his pitches. On the ninth pitch, he made a solid connection, and I took off. But the second baseman made a diving grab at the line drive, snatching it from the air, for the third out.
I slowed up and sighed. If he had missed, I probably could have made it to third. I turned around and jogged back to the dugout.
