Saturday, June 23, 2007

Bases Loaded

It was the bottom of the 9th inning, bases loaded, tied neck and neck. Kenny heard the THWOCK of the bat echoing loudly. The tiny stitched projectile hurtling through space, RIGHT AT HIM. It was now or never. He leapt into the air, praying his glove would catch that season's last hit.
This is the moment Kenny caught the ball.
Three milliseconds later he was on the ground, having dropped the sucker.
After the opposing team won the game, Kenny's teammates tore him apart limb from limb.

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