at last i got the signal. i wound up and let it fly in the general direction of the catcher/hitter. the ball flew wildly and out of control… directly into the dirt about four feet in front of the plate and about two feet wide. my coach was livid, and i turned and jogged back to my all-too-familiar spot in center field.
the end
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um. that is NOT how i pictured it ending... you either huh?
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