Rabbit Ears [antikvár]

I We were playing United Uniform. We were leading 3-2 in the top of the seventh when Vince Mendoza, our pitcher, walked the first two guys. "Time, ump," Mr. Corunna, our coach, called, and trotted out to the mound. Out in left field, my heart started to pound. He was going to call on me to pitch. I just knew it was coming. Marty Regan, our other starting pitcher, had gone up north with his folks for a vacation. That left me as the only other pitcher. Don't call on me, I prayed. Ask someone else.