Top of the second. I don't know whether it's because we were talking about errors or if I was just bound to mess up sometime, but when the cleanup hitter hit a hard grounder my way, I stumbled over my own feet to my right. The ball went off my glove and rolled away from me. I scrambled for it, got the ball back in hand and saw that the batter was almost to first, I threw my hardest. Which just made things worse.
The ball soared over Jason's head, towards the visitor's dugout and the runner tagged first base, continuing to second. Mitchell got to the ball, picked it up and looked around. He held onto it and didn't bother to throw to Noah at second base. Instead, he walked it in, heading to Joey on the mound.
"Time."
I let out a heavy sigh, slowly heading to the mound like the others. "I'm sorry, I-"
