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"Lefty" Williams, the starting pitcher in Game 2, was not going to be as obvious as Cicotte. After a shaky start, he pitched well until the fourth inning, when he walked three and gave up as many runs. Rookie pitcher Dickie Kerr, the Game 3 starter for the Sox, was not in on the fix. The original plan was for the conspirators, who disliked Kerr, to lose this game; but by now dissent among the players meant that the plan was in disarray.

Only being the bat boy, Stanton had to bring his equipment to the ballpark everyday and go hit in the batting cages before the team showed up. Stanton thought to himself, “Why is coach asking me to swing in batting practice today? He has never done that once since I became the bat boy.” Stanton walked back onto the field and stepped into the batter’s box. Before Stanton even took a swing, he looked at the beautiful Marlins Park. Straight ahead was the bright, colorful outfield walls that were painted green. Stanton soaked in the atmosphere. While the batting practice pitcher went to throw the first pitch to Stanton, Johnny Field, the Marlins seventh round draft pick said, “Come on coach! You’re giving the bat boy a couple swings? Ha-ha that’s funny.” Just as Field finished his sentence, Scotty Stanton crushed the first pitch he saw into the left-center field gap, landing at an estimate four hundred feet. Coach Mattingly said, “Sit your ass down Field, we should have drafted this kid over you!” Stanton gave Mattingly a smile. Stanton continued to punish balls, smashing them all over Marlins Park. To others, it was just batting practice, but to Stanton, it meant more. It felt as if he had the game of baseball back in his life. When Stanton’s round was over, the Marlins players were impressed, besides the envious Johnny Field. One Marlins player even told Mattingly that this kid needs to be in the lineup. Mattingly

Tyron Gray Mr. Jones English 101 November 3 2015 Rhetorical Analysis Even though they are stars there people to On October 28,2015 Wednesday night at 7:00 the Kansas city, Mo Royals (MLB team) played in the world series for the 2nd time in 29 years, this was a big thing for Kansas city but little did the fans know something even bigger happen that night. Right before the game that same day, Pitcher Edinson Volquez father Daniel Volquez died in the Dominican Republic from heart problems. The thing about it was the whole team knew about this tragic death but his own son Edinson. It was not that the team didn’t want to tell him but by the wife's & family's request they didn't want anyone to tell Edinson until after the game. They even asked the

The time had finally come for the boy and his father to head downtown to the stadium. As they got closer to downtown, traffic began to back them up for miles. The boy began to worry that they would ever make it to the game on time, creating an illusion of an endless line of cars blocking them from the stadium. Alas, they made it through the disruptions and had arrived at the ball park, the boy looked on in awe, as it was bigger than he ever imagined. Their tickets were scanned, and walked to their seats, first row behind the dugout; the most plum seats in the whole place. The game began with the toss of the first pitch, as the opposing batter stood at the plate; the crowd let out roaring boos. The boy asked his father why they were yelling at the player, his father began to explain he had been caught cheating with steroids and will forever have an asterisk next to his name because of it, all the fans despised him. As the game carried on, each team went back and forth scoring runs until it was tied in the bottom of the 9th inning. The boy’s favorite player was up to bat, and with one swing of the bat, sent the ball over the fence for the game winning homerun. A nuclear cheer erupted throughout the entire stadium as everyone celebrated winning

The first pitch was a 74 mph fastball that whizzed by him for the first strike. “Man, he pitches fast!” Billy thought. The next pitch was also right down the middle, just a little slower, but had slowed down enough that that he swung and missed by a mile, being way ahead. He thought, “Yikes! I need to step up my game a couple notches.” The next pitch was outside, maybe to try and throw him off. The count was now 1 and 2. Billy was determined to make the big hit happen. The next pitch was a slow pitch right up the middle, and he knew it was now or never.

“It’s a beautiful night here in San Fran, but there’s a very unsettling feeling here in AT&T Park. The Indians out of Cleveland, Ohio have just come off of a record smashing win streak. The Indians’ streak ended when the Giants beat them in Game 4 of the World Series. The Giants have won every game since, and now we’re in the top of the ninth in Game 7. “The Terminator” as his teammates like to call him, has just came into the game to face the switch-hitting Caleb Warnimont. This is a historic at-bat whether it ends good or bad for the veteran. This at-bat could seal him into the Hall of Fame and put him in

I threw a wicked Curveball that looked exactly like Clayton Kershaw's. I was ready to play, but guess who wasn’t Tyler. Tyler came back from BP early and talked to his dad about how much he hates the bat. “Dad this bat is the worst money you every spent on something” Tyler said. “ That bat was five hundred dollars, I told you it is not the bat it's the guy swinging it and you didn’t believe me” Coach explained. “Well than coach Wildrick isn’t throwing the ball right because I can’t hit it” Tyler said. Tyler ran back to the outfield and went right into the batting cage. I saw what he was doing wrong but I didn’t want to tell him,he doesn’t even let us touch his

At the game, Mike went 0-3 with a fly out and 2K’s, he was really struggling at the plate. But that didn't stop him from working out. He kept trying to get better and fix his swing. Even though Mike wasn't performing, his team was winning games. They were doing so well that they had won their division. Mike and his team had one week to work out before the playoffs. Mike and his dad got to work. They worked on hitting for two hours

Gisella’s stomach erupted, as though a million butterflies had taken flight, or a sea churning in a storm had taken up inside. Michael’s words struck a chord, but it wasn’t his compliment, or his gentleness. It was the mention of Gilderoy, clicking everything into place. She stepped forward, intent on pushing the drink away, but it was too late, and she could only watch as Michael’s throat bobbed and the poison was swallowed.

The next thing you know Saco, Maine is back up to bat with a tied score of 0-0. “Now up to bat, now up to bat duh duh duh duh da.” Inning after inning no one has even gotten a hit on New Hampshire and the score was still 0-0 going into the 4th. I walked the 2nd batter. Then they hit a hard ground ball to short right straight to Will he bobbles it and the runner to third and first no 1 out. Another error the runner scored but still, they can’t seem to get a hit. It was 1-0 going into the 5th inning.

The boys were at Michael’s house and could not stop talking about the first game of the season later today for the Dodgers. They talked about how the highly controversial Brooklyn prospect, Jackie Robinson was expected to start tonight. Carson and Michael both thought it was cool that the first black person to play Major League Baseball would be on their favorite team. The boys knew that skin color did not affect performance, and agreed that the Dodgers probably got a great deal by signing one of the top players in the Negro League. Jackie Robinson playing in the Major Leagues gave Michael hope and confidence that he might be able to make it to the Major Leagues himself someday. Since Michael and Carson were equally passionate about Jackie Robinson and the Brooklyn Dodgers, Michael asked Carson if he wanted to come back to his house later that day to listen to the game on the family radio in the living room. Carson really wanted to come, but told Michael that he would have to ask his

On the small coffee table in the living-room was a small sheet of paper. Diran picked it up and ran his finger over the first line of writing. It was a letter from his wife, Arrea. The letter was a note of forgiveness. She had left to live with her mother after he had stopped coming home at night. She claimed that he cared more for his work than he cared for her. Diran could feel tears in the back of his eyes as he crushed the piece of paper between his hands, scrunching it into an unrecognizable ball of pulp. Diran stormed into the bedroom that he and Arrea and closed his eyes. For hours he laid there, willing himself to fall asleep and tune out the world. Sleep never came. A whole day later, Diran grew tired of waiting to fall asleep. He went downstairs into the lobby of his apartment, walked past the doorman, into the street, and stopped. The silence finally came after a screech of tires and a quick burst of pain. Then all was quiet and Diran could finally

“That is a dead troll,” Donovan said, trying to sound stately but it didn’t carry.

It was the policy Dyo had followed absent-mindedly for a majority of her school career.

A black Ford Escalade, one of a fleet of vehicles, the monks kept secured in a warehouse in the town of Tangkouzhen, right at the southern base of the mountain cruised past her. So, Tung knew she was off the grounds. She waited for the vehicle to put some distance between them before she moved. She stared at the road for a second, and when she turned her head to move out from the bamboo grass, less than six inches from her face was a lush bamboo green pit viper, its vivid yellow eyes staring her in the face with its tongue flicking in and out of its mouth. Her stomach nosedived. Usually, a nocturnal hunter, she must have disturbed its sleep when she plunged into the thick of the bamboo.