A League of Their Own

  • Monday, April 27, 2009

He stood there eyeing the pitcher as he slid his hat around backwards. Jesse Cook couldn't seem to connect with the ball but stood confident as he waited for the next pitch. After ten missed balls, he knew what no one else did, this next ball was out of here.
As the ball sailed across the plate, Cook nailed it and watched as it sailed into the infield. The whole park burst into cheers as he jumped up and down and slammed the bat to the ground to celebrate his hit. He raced to first base as everyone rushed over to give him high fives and a pat on the back.



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