Author: Kevin Rafferty
He stood more than two metres tall, his muscles rippling under his pyjama-like suit, a living advertisement to athletic prowess as he twirled his bat like a club, a giant threatening to smite the mere mortals around him. His intent was more pacific as he crouched, eyes wide open, and lifted the bat ready to smash the ball out of the park. The pitcher, a slender figure, waited, watched the signals coming from the catcher, coiled, then released the pitch, way wide of the reach of the batter, who watched as the ball sailed half a metre wide of the strike box chalked on the ground. “Strike,” yelled the umpire behind the catcher. The next ball was almost as wide, but the batter reached out and hit it with a top edge to send it soaring into the crowd in foul territory. “Strike two,” the umpire pointed....
