This is something I wrote in 2006. This is fictional but I somehow based it on something. I’m not sure what that is and I don’t want to wring my brain in search of the answer. This was posted before in my Friendster blog. I just hope google won’t be penalizing me for duplicated content. But anyway, If you’re read to read the story, just prepare a hanky. Here it is:
A Game for My Brother
It was a prickly hot Saturday. I was supposed to be at home, enjoying my weekend. Or in the mall, busy strolling around while cooling myself down. But here I was, standing inside the diamond, holding firmly but nervously the baseball bat in my hands, and hoping that in my third try, I could hit the baseball somehow, even if just hitting it.
I focused my attention at the pitcher—on his moves, on his hands and on the baseball he was holding. And as he prepared to throw the ball, I positioned the bat in the right angle and readied myself.
“What an unlucky day!” I yelled. (more…)
