The bus ride back from Rockford was filled with the buzz of the game just played, and despite the narrow loss, spirits were high. Daniel could feel the pride among his teammates as they replayed moments from the game in excited voices. The respect they'd earned on Rockford's field was evident—not just from the crowd, but from the way they'd held their own against Logan and his team.
Daniel leaned his head against the window, watching the darkened countryside pass by. He was still replaying the final inning in his mind, remembering the crack of the bat when he'd hit that fastball from Logan. He couldn't help but feel both thrilled and frustrated—it had been a great hit, sure, but they hadn't managed to win.
Across the aisle, Jake and Ian were talking animatedly about Logan's pitching, their eyes wide with excitement. Max leaned in, joining their conversation.
"Did you see that last pitch he threw me?" Jake said, shaking his head. "It was unreal. I swear, it just—curved out of nowhere!"
"It's control like that that'll get scouts to notice," Ian added, glancing over at Daniel. "But hey, Dan, you gave him a taste of what Springfield's got. That hit was insane!"
Daniel smiled, nodding. "Thanks, Ian. Still, I know I've got a ways to go. Logan's definitely not unbeatable."
"Yeah, but you pushed him," Max said, giving him a pat on the back. "I saw his face after you hit that ball. He didn't expect it."
Daniel appreciated his friends' support, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd come up short. He'd seen Logan's control, the way he could direct each pitch exactly where he wanted it, and Daniel knew he hadn't reached that level yet. But he was determined to get there.
As the bus pulled into the school parking lot, Coach Larkin stood up at the front. "Alright, guys," he said, his voice strong and encouraging. "That was a good game, and you should be proud of yourselves. You went toe-to-toe with one of the best teams we'll face this season. But don't get too comfortable—this game showed us where we need to improve. Practice Monday, bright and early. Let's hit the ground running."
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The following Monday, Daniel was up before dawn, running laps around his neighborhood to clear his mind and get ready for the day. He thought of Logan's fastball, of the way it moved with perfect precision, and felt a surge of determination. When he finally arrived at the field for practice, his breath fogging in the cool morning air, he was the first one there.
Coach Larkin arrived not long after, carrying a bag of baseballs and a determined expression. He noticed Daniel and raised an eyebrow. "Early start today?"
Daniel shrugged. "I figured I could use the extra work."
Coach gave him a nod of approval. "Good attitude. Let's see it, then. Show me that arm."
As the sun rose over the field, Daniel pitched to Coach, who critiqued his stance and delivery, pushing him to refine every movement. They worked on his control, repeating each pitch until Daniel's arm ached, but he kept going, motivated by the memory of facing Logan. He wanted to be better—not just fast, but precise.
When the rest of the team arrived, Coach split them into groups for drills. Jake and Ian paired up with Daniel for fielding practice, working together to improve their coordination. Daniel could see how much his teammates trusted him, and that trust only fueled his drive to work harder.
Jake leaned over as they jogged back to the dugout after a drill, grinning. "You're a machine, man! I thought I was dedicated, but you're making the rest of us look bad!"
Daniel laughed, but he appreciated the encouragement. "I've got a long way to go if I want to match Logan's control."
Jake rolled his eyes. "Forget Logan! You're the one we're counting on. That hit you got off him? I've never seen anyone take him like that."
Ian jogged over, joining their conversation. "And who knows—maybe Logan's working harder because he's trying to keep up with you."
Daniel felt a spark of confidence at his friends' words. Maybe Logan was thinking about him, too. The idea pushed him to keep practicing, to keep pushing his limits.
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Over the next few weeks, Daniel dedicated himself fully to improving his game. Each practice became a chance to refine his pitches, to add new moves to his arsenal. He spent hours with Coach Larkin, working on curveballs, sliders, and sinkers, learning to control each one as effectively as he did his fastball. His arm ached constantly, but he welcomed the pain—it was a reminder that he was growing stronger.
Outside of practice, Daniel also started to adjust to life at Springfield High. He'd made friends with Jake, Ian, and Max, and they'd taken him under their wing, introducing him to the school's social scene. They invited him to sit with them at lunch, to hang out after school, and soon enough, he felt like he'd known them for years.
One Friday afternoon, Jake invited Daniel over to his house to watch game tapes. "My dad used to play baseball in college," he explained. "He's got a whole collection of tapes from his old games and some pro games he recorded. He says studying other pitchers is the best way to learn."
Daniel eagerly agreed, and that evening, he found himself in Jake's living room, surrounded by stacks of VHS tapes. Jake's dad, a tall, energetic man with a passion for the game, spent hours dissecting every pitch with them, pointing out techniques and strategies.
"See how he grips the ball here?" Jake's dad said, pausing a tape on a close-up of a pitcher's hand. "That's a two-seam fastball. With a little practice, you could add that to your arsenal, Daniel."
Daniel nodded, absorbing every word. By the end of the night, he felt like he'd learned more than he had in weeks of practice. He thanked Jake and his dad, promising to put their advice into action.
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The next Monday, Daniel was eager to try out the new techniques. Coach Larkin noticed immediately. "You've been studying, haven't you?" he said with a grin.
Daniel nodded. "Jake's dad showed me a few things. I think I'm getting the hang of it."
Coach nodded approvingly. "Keep it up. You're not just throwing anymore—you're thinking like a pitcher."
As the team gathered for their next practice game, Daniel felt a new sense of purpose. He was no longer just pitching to prove himself. He was pitching because he wanted to win, to show his teammates and Coach Larkin that he could be the player they needed.
In the dugout, Jake gave him a thumbs-up. "You ready to show us what you've been working on?"
Daniel grinned. "Just watch."
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The game was intense, and Daniel could feel the pressure as he stepped onto the mound. But this time, he wasn't nervous. He'd studied, practiced, and prepared. He knew he could handle whatever the opposing team threw at him.
With Jake behind the plate, Daniel pitched with confidence, using the two-seam fastball Jake's dad had taught him. He struck out batter after batter, and by the end of the game, Springfield had won by a comfortable margin.
Afterward, the team celebrated their victory, laughing and cheering as they high-fived each other in the dugout. Coach Larkin gathered them together, his face serious but proud.
"That's what I want to see," he said. "You boys played like a team today. You backed each other up, and you gave it everything you had. Keep that up, and we'll go far this season."
Daniel felt a surge of pride as he looked around at his teammates, realizing how far they'd come together. For the first time, he felt like he was truly part of something bigger than himself. And he knew that as long as he kept working, he'd be able to reach his goal.
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After practice, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Daniel stayed behind on the field, throwing a few last pitches under the dimming sky. His muscles ached, and he knew he'd have to rest up before tomorrow's practice, but he couldn't resist one final round.
As he threw his last pitch, a figure appeared on the edge of the field. It was Coach Larkin, who'd stayed to lock up the equipment room. He watched Daniel for a moment, then walked over, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Daniel," he said quietly. "I know you're putting in a lot of work. I see it every day."
Daniel nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. "I just… want to get better."
Coach Larkin gave him a long, appraising look. "You're not just getting better. You're setting an example for the rest of the team. They're looking to you now. And I think you're starting to realize that you've got something special."
Daniel felt a flush of pride but kept his voice steady. "Thank you, Coach. I'm ready for whatever's next."
Coach nodded, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Good. Because I think you've got what it takes to lead this team. Keep working hard, and remember—you don't have to do it alone. We're in this together."
As Daniel left the field that