"Knuckleball?" I repeated after him. I vaguely knew of the pitch from all the games Noah made me watch. But it didn't come up often.
"Minimal spin and erratic movements." Coach told me. He patted my shoulder. "Don't think too much about it. Not very many people can throw a knuckler, and only 10% can throw it like Robbie just did. I'm surprised too. Knuckleballs are hard to control, but it looks like Robbie and Oscar had worked something out to make it effective."
I hugged my bat to my chest. How can I not think about it? If Oscar had caught my foul tip, it would have been a strikeout.
"Hey, hey, I said don't think about it." Coach held my shoulder and gave it a small shake. "That was a one-time thing. Really. Robbie probably won't be able to corner you on two strikes again. If he doesn't do that, then his knuckleball is useless."
I frowned. "Can't he just throw the knuckleball all the time?" I thought it was a pretty good pitch. It fooled me twice.
