The mere thought was absurd. Hitting a small ball coming straight at you at 90 mph. I stood and froze. I let the ball pass me by. Then I thought I could at least bunt. I stuck my bat out there but didn’t connect.
Then I thought I would swing for the fences because that is what I dreamed of doing. I swung and it went foul. I swung again and it popped up. I swung again and it landed in the outfielder’s mitt.
But then I swung and it soared.