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'I'm serious, that was the best curve I've ever seen.'īenny and I play and play, he continues to hit while I pitch. 'Well isn't that what a curveball is?' I say with a hint of sarcasm. 'Katie, that literally looked like it was going to hit me and then at the last second it went right to the outside.' 'Last time you made that face you were checking out Wendy Peffercorn.' I smile. The ball hits the backstop and Benny looks up at me, mouth gaped like he was looking at Wendy Peffercorn. I don't exactly pay attention to the ball, I just wait for Benny and his expression. When I release the ball, I cross my fingers. I throw the ball, hoping I won't completely fail and hit his face. So I'll stand in the box so that it can be a live situation, but I won't hit the ball.'īenny gets in the box looking at me, waiting for my pitch. 'Okay so the first time you do this it's really hard and it may not curve. He says things as he's moving my fingers but I just nod. He puts his hand over mine and moves my middle finger and pointer finger closer together and puts my thumb under the ball. 'Is this right?' I show him my fingers along the ball. He hands me the ball and I try to copy how he did it. I hand him the ball and he adjusts his fingers on it and shows me. 'Yeah I have no idea what I'm doing.' I chuckle. I move my fingers around frantically and confused. 'So your middle and pointer finger are both going to go along that right lace and your thumb kinda has to rest below the ball for support but make sure it's the side of it.'

This magic moment sandlot how to#

'I know how to throw a change, but not a curve.' 'Here, so do you know how to throw them?' 'Well you should've been.' He whispers, running over to me. 'No not really, I never really was a pitcher.' 'Have you ever tried a curve or a change?' Benny asks. I feel so out of shape as I run back, panting. 'Geez that was faster than DeNunez's heater.' He said. Benny swings and hits a line drive along third base. 'You can throw harder than that you know?' He throws it back to me. 'Yep.' I throw a soft pitch to him, and as it gets closer and closer to the plate, he catches it with his bare hand.

He grabs his bat and adjusts in the batter's box. 'Please, it sucks running back and fourth.' I say. 'You need an extra player?' In shock, I turn around to see Benny. I run over to the backstop and pick up my ball, then walk back. I knew nobody was going to be here, not even Benny, the sun was getting close to setting. I threw it against the backstop a few times, and I was already bored. It's kind of annoying, throwing the ball, running over to get it, going back to the mound. I grab everything and run over to set it next to home plate. I guess I should throw again, I can't really self toss well. When I get there, I drop everything on the ground in the dugout and sit down, thinking. Then I remember what Benny does by himself here. I run to the sandlot, and have no idea what I'm going to do myself.