(hic)

Frank hiccupped. Oh no, not now!

Striiiike ONE!

When Frank got the hiccups, he got them bad, and they always got worse. He held his breath, but he knew it was too late.

(Hic)

They couldn’t have come at a worse time. His team was hanging on by a thread. Bottom of the ninth, and the Lion’s pitcher was on his way to a no-hitter. He didn’t even look tired. The guy was a machine.

Striiiike TWO!

(HIC)

Frank sighed. The hiccups had settled in, and he knew they were going to stick around for a while. They always did. But they had never started right before he was up at bat.

(HIC)

The Knights were tied with the Lions, 0 – 0, but barely. While the Lion’s pitcher hadn’t let one of the Knights on base at all, the Knights had been scrambling hard all game to keep the Lion’s from scoring.

(HIC)

Striiiike THREE! Yeer OUT!

Roger had just stuck out. (HIC) Again. And Roger was the best hitter the Knights had. Frank sighed. (HIC) Frank got up, picked up his favorite bat and headed to the warm up circle.

(HIC)

If this went into overtime, the Knights were going to have a tough time. (HIC) Looking at the dugout, he could see everyone was tired. Worn out.

(HIC)

Frank was tired too, and not only of the hiccups. He had faced this pitcher 3 times before and like everyone else, had struck out.

(HIC)

Every time.

Striiiike One!

This was it. It was up to Bill and him.

(HIC)

If one of them didn’t get a hit, the game would go into overtime, and the Knights had all but given up already. (HIC) Overtime would push them over the edge.

(HIC)

Striiiike Two!

Frank was swinging his bat around some, but halfheartedly. (HIC) No one was shouting encouragement to Bill, or insulting the pitcher.

(HIC)

The Knights coach had even stopped shouting out advice. (HIC) What was there to say?

Striiiike THREE! Yeer OUT!

(HIC)

Sigh.

(HIC)

Bill glanced over at Frank on his way back to the dugout. He shrugged, and shook his head, as if to say “I’d say good luck, but…”

(HIC)

Frank walked slowly up to the batter’s box and set his stance. Adjusting the grip on the bat, he looked the Lion’s pitcher in the eye.

(HIC)

The pitcher wound up, and let fly his fast ball. Frank swung, and missed.

Striiiike ONE!

Frank stepped out of the box and took a deep (HIC) breath. He had to focus, and these hic(HIC)cups were definitely not helping. He stepped back in, and tried to stop thinking about hiccups.

(HIC)

The pitcher wound up, and let another fastball fly. Another swing, another miss.

Striiiike TWO!

Frank sighed. He thought he had that one. (HIC) They all looked so easy to hit. Well, this was it. The last pitch. One more strike, and he’d be out, and the (HIC) game would go into overtime. And, most likely, the Knights would lose.

(HIC)

Frank got ready, the pitcher wound up, and let another pitch fly.

Frank swung and (HIC) CRACK!

Frank was stunned. Everyone was stunned. No one moved as they watched the ball fly up and over center field and out of the park.

Silence. And then – the Knights exploded in cheers and poured out of the dugout.

The cheers shook Frank out of his disbelief. He dropped his bat, and started jogging around the bases. The Lions were all staring at him, but he could feel the weight of the pitcher’s glare.

As he rounded third base, his entire team was crowding the line. The cheers hadn’t let up, but they somehow redoubled as he stepped on home plate, and his team lifted him up on their shoulders.

(HIC)

Frank laughed, and cheered around his hiccups.

~~~

I don’t normally write baseball stories. Actually, this might very well be my very first baseball story. I’m not a huge baseball fan. I can watch a game and have fun, but I don’t have a favorite team or follow the sport or anything. I did play one season of Little League when I was 10 or so. My team did pretty well, but certainly not because of me.

However, today, sitting at my desk at work, I got the hiccups. Annoying and pretty distracting, but I was just sitting at my desk. They didn’t disrupt my day that much.

I started thinking about getting the hiccups at a critical moment. Did I think of standing up in a meeting with very important clients and hiccuping through my presentation? Nope. I thought about baseball, and having the hiccups while up at bat. I don’t know why. But I’ve had the pleasure of thinking about it all day.

So that’s the story about my baseball story. Good night.

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