One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised) - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)

... one-two-three inning in the eighth. In the bottom of the eighth Bill singled and with two outs Craig was hit by a pitch. Keith, the guy who took Julie up the butt Sunday night, was also very good at hitting baseballs. He drove the pitch to deep right center field. We were all on our feet the both the right and center fielders converged – and then ran into each other as the ball rolled away. Both men were down, and by the time the second baseman could retrieve the ball Keith had come all the way around for an inside-the-park homerun, putting us up by one. One of the outfielders was out cold. I stayed in our dugout the whole time, watching as the paramedics went out on the field, and ten minutes later an ambulance arrived to take him to the hospital. It was nearly twenty minutes before play resumed, and after we made the final out it was up to me to close out the game. The first two batters grounded out, leaving just one more out until victory. He was their cleanup hitter – and I did recognize his name, as the day before he had hit three homeruns in one game out of this same stadium. I threw several cut fastballs away, each one fouled back to the screen. He took a change up for a ball, fouled another fast ball, then I missed on two more fastballs, running the count full at 3-2. One more fastball, hit out over my right shoulder. I turned to see Keith running towards the brick wall in left center, the easiest place to get the ball over the fence. Just when I thought Keith might ...

... collide with the wall, he jumped and pulled the ball down. The game was over, and we won our second with no losses. Ending the game on such a play, I never did forget that batter. I followed his progress through the minor leagues, followed by parts of eleven seasons in the majors, with a single season high of 27 homeruns. After the game I had my fifteen minutes of fame. The newspaper reporter wanted a quote, and my best friend Paul, who had also worked an internship at one of the local radio stations, was there with his cassette, recording my reactions for broadcast on the morning news. Even dad said “Well done!”, to go with hugs from mom, Aunt Tess and of course Hannah and even Donna. It was such a feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment. Much of the exhilaration was short-lived as the next night New Brunswick downed us 10-3, then on Thursday powerhouse Baltimore knocked us out of the tournament with an 8-0 drubbing. ======================================================== On Friday, I was back in street clothes, and Hannah stayed home, as the final four teams were set to play. Paul invited me into the football press box, above the right field seats, where they were doing radio play-by-play of the games. The announcer Mark Kay was only a year older than us, but he had started doing radio while still in high school and already hosted a call-in show during the morning drive shift. He was able to make himself popular to both the college students getting ready for their first ...