Sanchez cornered Julian to an 0-2 count, then threw a third strike right down the middle and caught him looking. One out.
Mahki sauntered to the box next, not looking nervous in the slightest. Which was good, because I think I'm nervous enough for the whole team combined. I was shifting back and forth, trying to loosen up. I don't want to accidentally fall during such a crucial turning point in the game.
Mahki got set in the box, and Sanchez was set on the mound. Mahki fouled off the first pitch. Then the next. 0-2. My hands started to shake. Come on, Mahki. Just put it in play so I can get us on the scoreboard.
The third pitch was in the zone. Foul. Foul. Ball. Ball. 2-2. It was becoming a long at-bat. I wonder if this is how the team feels when watching me battle it out with the pitcher..?
'Ding!' The seventh pitch was blasted to the outfield.
I went back to third and kept my foot on the bag, eyes on home plate.
"Go!" Mr. Miller had let me know when to take off.
