Bottom of the ninth. Two outs. We're down by one.

He steps up to the plate. Crowd's gone quiet. You could hear a pin drop. My hands were shaking—I'm not even playing.

First pitch. Ball. Second pitch. He swings. Miss.

One more. He takes a breath. Nods. The pitcher winds up.

Crack. You know that sound. The whole place just—erupted. I still get chills thinking about it.
