He was up to bat, feeling nervous. Would he strike out once again? Beads of perspiration ran down his face.
His stomach felt like it was growling, he probably should have eaten more than just a few tangerines. It had been hard for him to eat, due to the butterflies swarming around inside him.
Time stood still as he was waiting for the pitch to come. He had a 50/50 chance of hitting the ball. Would it happen this time?
Last inning he had made 3 hits but now he was getting strikes.
He took a deep breath and gripped his bat hard. The ball was coming he swung and CRACK!
“OUCH!” Teddy rubbed his cheek.
“Chevy wake up! You were dreaming again. I am going to start sleeping on the couch until baseball season is over!”
Teddy grabbed his pillow and got out of bed, slamming the bedroom door behind him.
Chevy stared at the closed door. He thought of going out and apologizing to his brother but soon his eyes grew heavy again.
It was the bottom of the 9th inning and he was up to bat. Today would be the day, a homerun was coming!