My teammates are hysterical with laughter. In the fourth inning, I'm at bat again. First pitch and I swing. The ball barely makes contact but stays fair and I run like the wind to first base for another single. My legs are shot and it's beginning to appear that I pulled a muscle in my left thigh, perhaps in the groin.
Bull is quite happy.
I came back yesterday and Teke said, 'I can't believe we drafted these guys. Her dream is to catch a major league pitcher. He takes the mound, throws a few warm-ups as a crowd gathers and tells Dendle he's ready. She squats into position and the famed sidearmed relief ace is hurling the ball at 65-70 mph to wherever Dendle positions her mitt. Now I can say I caught a major league pitcher.