Whenever Clare stepped to the plate,
I held my breath for a second or two as a way to prepare myself. There was no way of knowing what would happen
next.
She could go down on three pitches
or make five outs in a doubleheader, each time swinging at the first
pitch. That left one final at-bat at
Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin on a dreary Saturday in late April. On the first or second pitch, my daughter the
college sophomore hit a ball out of the park and over two fences; the ball
stopped rolling at the lip of the infield at the baseball field opposite. You just never knew.
I’m holding my breath again, which
every fan should do in the days before their team’s season opener. Eloy Jimenez, Daniel Palka—you never know.
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