The Ridge

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wrinkles He felt naked without it especially since he had lost the bet a week earlier Zach was a great baseball player Even as an eighth grader the Varsity coaches had scouted him on a few occasions He was a shortstop and a pitcher A rocket for an arm After practice Zach Logan and three other players had been tossing the ball back and forth Out of nowhere Zach called out I bet all you fools I can throw twenty strikes in a row Logan and the other players looked at each other What are the stakes Logan asked I’ll tell you what Zach said You guys don’t even have to worry about it If I don’t throw twenty in a row I’ll buzz my head If I do throw twenty in a row we go to McDonald’s after school tomorrow and you guys buy It’s a win-win for you Deal Deal Logan said I can’t wait to see that bald head of yours Logan got behind the plate crouched down into a catcher’s position and yelled All right Throw em in here baldy Zach stood on the pitcher’s mound staring into Logan’s glove He breathed in deeply calming his nerves Another deep breath And another He blocked out all distractions The other players yelling at him the traffic on the busy street adjacent to the baseball diamond the cool spring breeze chilling his bare arms Nothing mattered but the leather target in front of him He began his windup Strike one Strike two Zach threw nineteen strikes in a row It came down to the last pitch Another deep breath The windup The ball zipped through the air Zach watched as Logan’s glove moved slightly to his right It missed the plate by about an inch He