Becoming a Pitcher

As the ball flew from
my fingertips, my body
stretched out. There was
a fump when the catcher
closed his glove. Strike
two! I was pitcher.
It was my game. Then
I lifted my leg up.
My knee was level with
my waist. Everyone was
quiet. I stared at the circle
of the catcher's glove.
Then I stepped out, trying
to reach the catcher
stretching. Then I threw.
A dust cloud was released
from the catcher's glove.
Ball! It was high. My
next pitch, strike three.
Batter's out! It was a
mystery when I had tried
out. I threw all over,
but we won, and I was
called star pitcher, and I
received MVP. That day I
didn't crawl. It was easy,
so I took an elevator
from being not so good,
but I practice every day,
moving up slowly.

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