330 Game: @ Quincy High School 7 (1/2)

Daniel didn't do any better than what Garret had done at the plate. He struck out swinging on five pitches so at least he extended the guy's pitch count.

Zeke came up with me on, and only one out. Mr. Miller signed for him to swing as he pleased and for me to take off on contact.

”Be wary if it's in the air.” Coach Luis said in a low tone as I started to take a lead off first. I nodded.

Zeke worked the count, but not nearly as much as I did. He didn't have to. The pitcher was already tired and started to look like he was slacking off. On a 2-2 count, Zeke smashed one to left field.

I saw saw it go over the left fielder's head and took off as fast as I could. I rounded second and looked to see that the ball had bounced off the outfield wall and the left fielder was already throwing it in. I hugged and tried my best to run a little harder.

Mr. Miller held up both hands to signal a stop at third. Caught by surprise that they didn't want me to run home, I tripped on third and fell on my knees. I scrambled to touch the bag just as the third baseman got the ball and tagged me.

”Safe.” The ump declared. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

I sighed with relief. I pushed myself up after the third baseman gave it back to his pitcher, then dusted myself off. I looked around and saw that Zeke had made it to second.

”The outfielder got lucky from the bounce off the wall.” Mr. Miller told me. ”It bounced right back to him so I knew you weren't going to make it. There's only one out so there'll be a chance for you to score on a long sac fly instead. You and Zeke could both score off a well hit single too.”

I nodded. I understood. It'd be better to have two on, one out instead of one on, two outs. He didn't think I would be safe this time.

After Zeke, Kelvin stepped up to the plate. He had previously struck out.

”Take a lead.” Mr. Miller said from behind me as the pitcher got set on the mound. I tensed but started to do so. Slowly. Inch by inch. ”Kid, you can take a whole foot off the bag.”

I heard the third baseman stifle a laugh.

The pitcher was right handed so it was easy for him to look my way. I scooted back to base and heard Mr. Miller sigh.

The pitcher saw that I wasn't going anywhere and turned back to Kelvin. He threw what looked to be a curve but...it didn't break. Kelvin turned his back to hit to try and get out of the way, but the pitch hit into his elbow.

”Shit!” I heard Kelvin yell, grasping his left elbow and bouncing around.