At the top of the seventh inning, the Waves finally send him up to bat. The one wildcard in Rob’s game; the one player he hadn’t seen at bat. He rolls the baseball in the palm of his hand as he watches Mike approach home plate. Mike stops, knocks the bat against his cleats, positions himself…left-handed, Rob muses. He should’ve known. Even the guy’s d**k curves a bit to the left…
Then, as Rob gets ready to throw, Mike switches sides. Right-handed now, he grins across the field at Rob, who has to reconsider his pitch. s**t.
What the hell. Rob lobs the ball toward home plate. Mike swings, hits it with a loud crack that can only mean a foul, and the ball flies out over the stands beside first base. There’s a brief clamor among the crowd as people dive to catch it, and a bat boy darts out fr
