He walked off the mound, his weight back on his heels and his cap pushed up. He looked like he was coming down a mountain, not a 10-inch rise in the middle of the infield. He puffed his cheeks and blew out.
His ass was grass-stained ‘cause he’d slipped and landed hard trying to field my bunt. I watched from first, as the catcher tried to calm the pitcher down.
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