Rhys got set again and Zeke was prepared. Zeke was able to foul off two more pitches, then let one pass for a ball.
"Jake?!" Rhys hollered.
I made eye contact with him and shook my head. "Ball."
"Damn it!" He cursed and grabbed a new ball.
I was slowly getting accustomed to his pitching. What was throwing me off wasn't so much the speed, but how he pitched. His left hand didn't reveal the ball until the last second. This gives batters less time to react when deciding to swing; his speed just made it that much more difficult.
Rhys threw another fastball in the zone, but this time Zeke got a piece of it, hitting a line drive into the netting.
"One at-bat completed." Zeke told Rhys. "You have to start from scratch again."
"I know." Rhys was solemn. He took his time, grabbing a new ball and relaxing his shoulders.
