The first two pitches are balls, but Dirk swings mightily on the third one. A solid THWOK announces that he’s made contact with the softball.
I’m able to zero in on the ball quickly using my animal-like eyesight, and I calculate that it’s once again heading to the left field fence.
I sprint back, looking over my shoulder at the ball. I estimate that I’ll have to jump a foot and a half to catch the ball, but it’s certainly doable for any average human. I smile as I run, imagining Dirk’s face when he sees me catch his ‘home run’.
I’m three feet from the fence when something changes. The sun is suddenly blinding, almost burning my eyes. My eyes involuntarily squeeze shut in response.
BAM! I’m going so fast that the chain-link fence bends around my body, and then rebounds me back out onto
