Today is a lovely sunny Sunday morning and I’m surrounded by four white half sandy plates. My friends are staring at me and I’m trying to concentrate, but the sweat on my forehead is slowly sliding down into my eyes. I wish I forgot my helmet; it is too warm under this thing. My hands are rough, but now they are slippery because of sweat. I’m not sure if I’m holding my glove tight enough. I imagined how my glove would fly if I wasn’t holding it tight enough. It made me wonder if I’ll still be able to catch a ball in that state. Neeeh, the chance for that to happen is near to zero anyway, why would the batter hit the ball straight back at me? I guess he’s ready, I mean the batter. He looks pretty confident with the bat, swinging it to the left, right and hitting the home plate.
“Alright, here comes my ball!“
I stretched then I pitched. The batter hesitated to hit the ball, which made him miss my curve ball when he finally decided to swing his bat.
One of my friends yelled: “Yes, that was a very nice curve ball!”
I smiled: “Two more to go and he is out.”
Concentrate, yes another miss! Now your last chance, you won’t be able to hit this one either. Noo... He hit it... What straight at me?!
I forgot about my sweaty hand and so also my grip. I saw my glove fly into the air and catching the ball, but I couldn’t reach my glove. Suddenly a dog pushed me aside by jumping up, which made me fall. The dog caught my glove and the ball! I was lying on the sand surprised, while I stared with amazement at the dog who was running away. The funny thing of it all was, all my friends ran after the dog and I couldn’t stop laughing because my glove actually flew. It flew!