I stand on the mound and my heart races. My hand on the ball feeling the laces. Staring at the nervous batter at home plate. She doesn't know that striking out is her fate. Getting ready to deliver the ball, my windup is the wackiest of all. Releasing the ball, it spins and sprints to her, a swing and a miss the ball was a blur. Two outs one to go, one strike left to throw, I'll mix it up, a change to ruin her flow. Her flow messed up, she completely missed the ball. Her team had faith in her and lost it all. The ump called the strike and that she was out, I jumped off the mound and began to shout. The thrill is like a lion upon his prey. The team roars andvictory is on the way.
SoFtBaLl rules!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!