“Come on, Son. You can do it!” Seth clapped his hands as his kid stepped up to the plate. Though his son was only ten years old, he’d already shown himself to be one of the best players I Little League. Seth saw himself in his son, except he’d see to it his son had a chance as a pro career.
Shouting more encouragement, Seth watched as everything slowed down as the pitcher began his windup. The pitch was straight and flat, just what his son loved.
The last thing Seth saw was the ball coming straight at him.