Chapter 877 V3 Ch112 Game Three: San Marino (4)
Dave stood no chance against the lefty in the batter's box. He struck out swinging.
Coach gave him a look.
Dave looked embarrassed. "What? I can't help that all my attention is on my pitching. I'll clean up these losers in the sixth." He hurried to his bag to put away his batting stuff.
Sean got in the lefty's box and was set. The pitcher started his motion and then threw past him for strike one. And for strike two. Ball one. 1-2, Sean got under the next pitch, hitting it just beyond the infield. The center fielder came sprinting in and made a spectacular diving catch for the second out.
"Everyone has now faced this guy and we've got no hits." Coach grumbled as I stood beside him. I was ready to go if we could get a couple guys on base before the inning ended.
Garret was up to bat and Noah was on deck.
Garret made solid contact, but it was a line drive right to left field. We didn't take the lead back as soon as we wanted.
But next inning, I would get my chance. Maybe. If they even pitch to me.
Noah and I switched out our gear in silence, lost in our own thoughts. We hurried out to the field, jogging to our positions.
Dave would start at the top of the lineup for the third time this game. The early batters had nothing on him. No one except the sixth batter really did any damage. Dave got the first guy to strikeout swinging. The second batter chased an away pitch and hit a grounder down the line.
Sean had to dive for it, stopping it from going to the outfield. Then he threw it to Dave who was in a foot race to first base against the batter. Dave tagged the base nearly at the same time as the batter. They both fell together and I heard Dave start cursing.