The pitcher rolls the ball up fast, so it bounces up on the ground. It’s a little off course, but Josh rushes up to kick anyway (he always does and) POW!!! The ball flies off into the outfield.
“Uh oh,” Lori comments as a chubby kid, rushes under it, shouting out to the others.
“I GOT IT!!!” he shouts once and then again: “I GOT IT!!!”
The big red kickball falls fast, and bounces hard off the tips of the boy’s fingers. He falls to the ground clutching them in agony. And crying. Lori, Beth and I all cackle happily.
“Yes!” shouts Lori.
“He dun got nothin’! Nothin’!” adds Beth merrily.
“Go home kid! Go home!” I shout to the kid who’d been on second and for some reason idiotically held there until the fat kid dropped the ball, even though there were already two outs. But he trips over third base and then scrambles over to it. As the left fielder collects the ball, and tosses it home.
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