Wills has played baseball with the same group of kids for the last six years. One of the boys who struggled with a growth spurt didn’t get a hit until late into the season, one of those squibbers that died on the infield and the batter legs out to first from sheer determination.
It counts, but it's weak.
Into the playoffs, and this kid is still giving it 100%.
And then it happens.
He makes solid contact and the ball soars, flying free in the early Saturday morning mist, towards the deepest part of the field, over the centerfielder's head, and smacks into the chain link fence.
Confusion on the base path quickly turns into an aggressive trek towards home. It's a two-run double. Coffee, water, and gatorade is spilled as the collective fans cheer for the no-doubter. That was solid, Gio.
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