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Post by Insanitytea on Feb 24, 2012 18:25:04 GMT
The crack of the bat like a gunshot. The ball soars as if on wings. The catcher backpedals, eyes lock on the ball like a hunter intent on his prey. The crowd holds it's breath, the silence like a balloon about to burst. The ball is caught, the catcher stands, disbelieving. Like a sudden wind, the stadium fills with cheers, Thousands of voices blend into and almighty roar like a lion standing over his fallen prey. The catcher returns to awareness like a lightbulb flashing on. He sends the ball towards third, speeding like a torpedo. The ball hits the baseman's glove like a car hits a wall. The umpire's shout is almost overwhelmed by the lion's roar. "Out!" he cries, the runner caught between second and third skids to a hault. Comprehention dawns on his face like an unwelcome shadow. Realizing his position, he jogs off to the dugout. A momentary flash of dissapointment mars his features like the first graphitti on a new building. The game continues apace, oblivious to his problems like the planets spinning in their celestial dance. Consistent and everlasting.
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