Butters chooses the later and moves the count to two and one. Now I have him where I want him. Or at least that's what I tell myself. I think I'll rush him a bit on this one. Not stepping out, maybe I'll make him throw something he doesn't want to.
Butters serves up a slow curve and the familiar crack of the bat on the ball permeates the air.
That sound never gets old. The crowd rises to their feet and a small, excited cheer accompanies them as the ball lands in their section on the third base line. Two and two. Unfortunately this is the same type of situation that a one-one count placed me in. He's either going to throw a definite ball or put one right in the strike zone.