It's yellow, with little red dotted lines. Sometimes it's white, but it's almost always yellow.
My adrenaline is pumping, I can feel my heart beat in my throat. Every breath I take sounds like a marching band in my lungs. As the ball gets nearer, the tension in the stands grows thicker. I can feel the weight of my team and it's supporters.
Finally, I inhale, squish the bug,swing through, and ting! The vibrations are just right, but then I remember, RUN! But there's no need, it's outta the park.
