Tunnel Clouds and Softball Bats
A massacre on the softball field.
First loss to an Oradell team all season.
We gave a new definition to the word "error".
Damn.
The exciting part? Picture this:
7th inning..."BALLS IN!" shit where's my mit?! I ask myself. shit. shitshitshit...ahh, there it is.
I run to the field. A threatening cloud hovers overhead.
A chill in the air.
Ally Mac's up to bat. Fuck, we're spent.
Pitch the freaking ball, Liz! Liz? What the hell is that girl looking at?
I turn.
"What is that?! WHAT IS THAT?! fuck..."
Three tunnel clouds loom about a mile off.
Chaos.
Babys cry, mothers scream. Fathers gather their things and shout directions at their families.
I hug the short stop.
The wind picks up.
This is sick..you don't die in a freak tornado accident at age 14. You just don't.
But that would be a really cool way to die...
They move closer...
The ump screams, "COACHES, YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES TO GET YOUR TEAM BACK ON THIS FIELD!"
Are you joking me? We're going to die, fatty. I'm not playing.
Pandemonium.
Screaming, running, crying.
"2 MINUTES. GET THE HELL BACK ON THIS FEILD."
I still haven't let go of Cat.
5 minutes later the game is resumed, and they're kicking our asses.
Damn.
First loss to an Oradell team all season.
We gave a new definition to the word "error".
Damn.
The exciting part? Picture this:
7th inning..."BALLS IN!" shit where's my mit?! I ask myself. shit. shitshitshit...ahh, there it is.
I run to the field. A threatening cloud hovers overhead.
A chill in the air.
Ally Mac's up to bat. Fuck, we're spent.
Pitch the freaking ball, Liz! Liz? What the hell is that girl looking at?
I turn.
"What is that?! WHAT IS THAT?! fuck..."
Three tunnel clouds loom about a mile off.
Chaos.
Babys cry, mothers scream. Fathers gather their things and shout directions at their families.
I hug the short stop.
The wind picks up.
This is sick..you don't die in a freak tornado accident at age 14. You just don't.
But that would be a really cool way to die...
They move closer...
The ump screams, "COACHES, YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES TO GET YOUR TEAM BACK ON THIS FIELD!"
Are you joking me? We're going to die, fatty. I'm not playing.
Pandemonium.
Screaming, running, crying.
"2 MINUTES. GET THE HELL BACK ON THIS FEILD."
I still haven't let go of Cat.
5 minutes later the game is resumed, and they're kicking our asses.
Damn.