Cleanup Batter – Emma Mccoy

Being on a losing team that once had so much potential. We sucked. Game after game, it’s like we were trying to find a way to lose. Yes, we won a couple of games here and there, and the strong hitters were still hitting the ball, but those runs weren’t adding up to wins.

Errors were stacking up, and those were killing us. I was mostly satisfied with my transition to shortstop and had been putting in extra practice hours to improve. But our third-base opening was filled with a rotation of guys from AAA who weren’t ready to play in the big leagues. We had two of the best starting pitchers in the game, yet the team around them couldn’t figure out how to mesh. The only bright light was that the team ownership was holding firm and not letting Griffen and Milligan back on the team while the accusations were under investigation.

Oh, and yeah, now that we were stinking, my mom could finally get some time off from work and visit to watch a game or two. “Hey,” I said to Austin as I got into the bus seat next to him. “Do you think your sister would mind if my mother stayed at the house when she comes to town next month?” “I don’t know. Probably not. Just ask her.” Austin had his head buried in his phone. I hoped it wasn’t Ashley.

He was definitely talking to someone, and the last thing he needed was to forgive and forget what she’d done to him. “Who’s that?” I asked, nodding towards the phone. “None of your fucking business.” “Okay.” I tried to brush it off, but between the Minutemen’s plummeting win/loss record and the drama with his divorce, Austin was a miserable fuck lately. “Don’t be late for the flight back home. I got so much shit for your fuckup.” I hadn’t bothered telling him I was late because I was at his nephew’s game.

I was pissed at how little he noticed about his sister’s struggles.

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Come on! We’re going to be late.” “I can’t find my glove!” My ten-year-old son yelled back to me from upstairs. I slapped the glove against my hand in frustration and eyed the baseball cleats still caked in dried mud lying at the front door. Nope, he hadn’t realized he didn’t have those yet. “I have it. And your cleats.” Thank God I had washed and set out his uniform last night. Otherwise, we’d never leave.

Being a mom is the most rewarding thing I have ever done.

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