STEEEEEERIKE!!!

There I stood, a boy of nine years old... I couldn't scrape up the money to a buy a ticket for the biggest game of the season.... The World Series!!! Hundreds of people inside and out. Inside watching and enjoying... Outside listening to what is going on. I squeezed my way through this massive crowd, and was lucky enough to find a knothole in the wooden fence surrounding the park. As everyone else around me hears the commentators say "And here comes Ryan's windup!!! And what's this pitch going to be?! A curve ball?! A screwball!? A fastball?!" It's the bottom of the ninth, a full count, three balls.... two strikes... Could this be the game winning, and game ending pitch? Everyone surrounding me is imagining his wind up, the crowd falls silent, the anticipation of what is going to happen next has everyone straining to hear... Hoping that maybe they can hear either the bat smack the ball, or the ball pop right into the catchers glove.. but not me, I get to see this... here I stand awaiting the ball to leave the very tip of the pitchers fingers, watching it as it does. I feel the weight of curiosity fill my entire body as the ball flies towards the plate.. I can't see to the plate! All I have seen is the ball leave the pitcher, times seems to slow.. I'm knocked out of my trance due to the sound of the ump yell "STEEEEEEEEEEEEE-rike!" THE BATTER IS OUT! WE WIN THE GAME!!! And I got to witness the best of it, the best of this historic event, the game winning pitch.. all through that tiny peephole, in the wooden fence surrounding the park.