The right fielder got the ball and threw it back in. The second baseman wasn't even concerned about me, and turned all the way around to throw to home plate where Zeke was diving in. His outreached left hand hooked the catcher's ankle while his right hand tagged the plate, while the catcher's tag completely missed him. We got two!
I was about to lift my arms...but something caught my eye in the grass. A familiar piece of wood. I held my breath and looked closely, spotting my bat in the area before third base. Did I throw my bat there? Did I throw my bat at all? I looked down at my hands to see my left was still clutching onto wood. I dropped to my knees.
"Time!" Someone yelled.
