A Nose for Baseball

The bat hit the ball with the crunching sound of an axe splitting wood. I couldn’t really see it, but everyone’s head swiveled in my direction, so I knew that in spite of the odds, a right-handed batter had just hit a ball to my position in right field. “Catch it!” people started yelling, more out of prayer than belief. The odds of me catching a fly ball were far

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