"Strike 2!"
He tapped his bat against his cleats, less to knock off any dirt and more to give himself something to do while he tried to ignore the crowd.
While he knew the "loaded bases, 2 outs, bottom of the ninth" cliche wasn't nearly as common in real life as it was in the movies, it still happened occasionally. Like, right now.
He stepped up to the plate and tried to focus, tried to drown out the fans and-
"Ball 4, walk!"
He blinked, as he realised he'd disassociated. But hey, now it was up to...
Gary.
Fucking hell.
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