Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2008 14:50:39 GMT -8
Open to any and all, any questions pm me but I felt I'd try to get a sport going again.
Wooooosh… POP! “87.”
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Wooooosh… POP! “86.”
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Wooooosh… POP! “89.”
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Wooooosh… POP! “87.”
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Wooooosh… POP! “87.”
The coach catching the ball nodded in a pleased manner as he tossed the ball back to the rather tall youngster on the mound while the one holding the radar asked if he had anything else. He nodded and adjusted his grip to that of a slider. Two deep breaths before he started into his motion, his hands rocked back over his head before coming back down and splitting apart as they moved behind his back. From here his left stepped back in tune with the reach back of his arms before all three limbs swung forward in sync, hands coming together right before his face while his leg swung up to where if he stared straight ahead he could see his toe. Of course, his eyes where locked on the catcher’s mitt while his plant foot had twisted so that it was parallel with the rubber and gave him a point from which to drive toward the plate. For what seemed a graceful controlled display to this point, everything picked up and exploded in the same direction. The plant foot drove forward while the lifted strode out toward the plate as the hands split again with glove leading toward the plate and the right cocking back with ball held tightly. As soon as the lead leg hit the ground the back leg finished driving and the right arm whipped over top launching the ball toward the plate with a small grunt.
Wooooosh… POP! “83.” Of course since the pitch was actually a slider that speed was combine with just about four inches of break, the ball moving from right to left as it cut through the air between the mound and home plate. Saint, obviously you figured that by now, followed up by throwing four more with similar results. The coaches had him continue the display of his repertoire which included a palmball, 12-6 curve, screwball and forkball. Yes, Saint threw six different pitches well consistently enough while dabbling with a knuckleball and two-seam fastball on occasions. Anyway, what this was all about… baseball, the school team. With a drop-off in the athletics at 259, the student body president decided to take his shot at playing on the baseball team and hopefully his pitching skills would be enough to get him on because he could not hit worth a lick due to vision problems.
Catching the throw back after another pitch, Saint went about his little ritual of walking around the mound but this time taking a moment to look about to see if their was a familiar face.
