“Strike Three!”
I was playing a baseball game in Hudsonville Michigan. It was fall. The time when you can see red, yellow, orange, brown, and pink leaves twirl as they fall gracefully to the ground. Bright beams of of sunlight shine on the damp grass. The air was fresh but chilly. fans came from near and far to watch us play.
My team was doing very well and part of the reason why was because I was pitching. I did not Know it yet, but I would Throw a no hitter.
I could remember when throwing a no hitter was just a distant dream.
The next batter was big, but on the shorter side. As the plump batter stepped into the box. He pointed the bat around and then he was ready.
I set up and started from my stretch. Then I pitched It was a
I was playing a baseball game in Hudsonville Michigan. It was fall. The time when you can see red, yellow, orange, brown, and pink leaves twirl as they fall gracefully to the ground. Bright beams of of sunlight shine on the damp grass. The air was fresh but chilly. fans came from near and far to watch us play.
My team was doing very well and part of the reason why was because I was pitching. I did not Know it yet, but I would Throw a no hitter.
I could remember when throwing a no hitter was just a distant dream.
The next batter was big, but on the shorter side. As the plump batter stepped into the box. He pointed the bat around and then he was ready.
I set up and started from my stretch. Then I pitched It was a