The opposing team left their wild pitcher in, and like Coach Luis had predicted, he started to throw right down the middle. Jesse took one for a called strike. Mr. Miller gave the sign for him to swing and for us runners to go on a grounder, but watch for fly balls. The second pitch was outside, but Jesse reached for it, getting the ball with the end of his bat, sending it down the first baseline.
I took off sprinting for second. I watched the shortstop guarding second, trying to figure out if I would need to slide. He looked set for making a catch so I made a dive for the bag, hugging it like an idiot. Then I felt a tap on my backside. They were holding a tag on me so I didn't dare move until the ump granted me a time out.
Taking my time to dust off, I looked around to figure out what was the outcome. Noah had scored and Jesse was out. 2-0. Not a bad result at all. Garret came up with only one out and me in scoring position.
