My Home Run

I stood in with two on, my team down by five runs, with a slightly-too-big bat in my hands. I awaited the pitch from the machine with great anticipation. Some fear, of course. Fifteen pairs of eyes watched me. Running in a small theater at the back of the multiplex of my brain was a lowlight reel of all of the times I failed at the plate. But the marquee performance, running in the big cinema, was a reel filled with sweet, smooth cuts mashing whiffle balls in the backyard. I had a smile on my face.

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