Our offense ended with Julian grounding out to third. He came back with his head down as well.
"Next person to put his head down or groan or even say something negative, will be benched." Coach declared. "You're all acting like we're losing and I'm not liking it. This isn't us. We never back down. We can be down by ten runs and I'll still believe that we can turn it around. Understand?!"
"Yes, Coach!"
We ran out and took our positions for the bottom of the third inning.
Garret used his anger and anxiety in his pitching, throwing fast and hard. His arm was like a whip; I don't think I would be able to hit against him, let alone the opposing team. He struck out the side, three up, three down. It was an magnificent display of power pitching and the crowd showed appreciation for it, clapping and chanting Garret's name as he came off the mound.
Garret pumped his fist in excitement.
