Hit in the Face

It was a dream, a great life as a baseball catcher. I was playing the game right then and there, in the stadium of millions. I didn’t think of the eyes of the fans and not. The cameras… they broadcast it all.

Now a voice in my headgear is telling me they want to see my face. I say no, this is for protection, and I’d rather just anyways. The voice takes my mask away, and my dream becomes my nightmare. I panic at the thought of my concentration on every bit of it all.

I’m dazed, the pitch comes in… I miss it – woaow!