The Catch (Part One)

I couldn't wait for the ground to dry up and head out to the baseball field first thing in the Spring. Spitting on our hands, the chatter at the plate and equipment strewn behind the backstop. I relished the season of all that – except this Spring I couldn't play. I got a dadburned C in science, and I was out at home, quarantined to study until I could get my grade up. But just because I was on the sidelines, didn't mean I was out of the game....