part 2

i recalled the one game they let me pitch. the glory day. we were playing against a team that was pretty good. a worthy opponent. i had just focused on pitching and let the team worry about the rest of the game, and we won. i think i might even still have that “game ball” somewhere, with the team names and the score written neatly in my mother's handwriting in black between the bright red laces. i had never pitched since then, and i never understood why. i thought i did a pretty great job. i even had a few strike-outs. and it wasn't like i was an invaluable outfielder or anything either (although i did often imagine i would be the next ken griffey junior).