It was day one. The team he knew was a thing of the past. This was his team now. This was his coach now. They knew little of him. They knew even less of his talent.
This was no House baseball. This was Travel baseball. To my little third grader, this was the big leagues.
There he stood on the mound, his coach’s eyes fixed upon his every move. Could he do it? Was he worth his salt as a pitcher? I knew he was. But today I was unsure. Today, there was pressure.
I watched in anticipation, with sweaty palms and a pounding heart. I watched as he threw the ball.
Strike one! Strike two! Strike three! He nailed it!
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This post is in response to the Flicker of Inspiration Prompt, “Tell a story using exactly 11×11 (or 121) words”
To see this story told in eleven words, see With Anticipation and Pride.
