The Catch

It was a hot summer afternoon. PE, the last period, the softball finals between two undefeated teams. Last inning, we led by one run. They’re at bat, two-outs, bases loaded, their best hitter at bat. We needed to stop them from scoring. The championship on the line. Their confidence soaring.

Although a lefty, I am playing at shortstop. Focused on the hitter, a quasi-arch enemy.

The pitch floats toward the batter. The batter, with all the strength he can muster, swings and connects. A solid line-drive. The ball streaks directly towards me. Undaunted, gloveless, I stand my ground.

Caught.

Out!